Before Completion

from “Rendition of Change,” a work in progress

The old tortoise-shell cat slips

cautiously through the grass

as the storm approaches.

This-too-shall-pass provides

small comfort in the moment’s

chaos and fear. Lightning strikes

often and nearby. As rain

starts to fall, the cat watches,

motionless, from the stair.

(July 3, 2019)

After Completion

from “Rendition of Change” a work in progress

A juggler balances plates

to thunderous applause;

he smiles, and they all fall.

(July 2, 2019)

Preponderance of the Small

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

At nine I wrote a poem

to a girl in my class — a love poem.

Today fifty years later,

I still write poetry.

Like a small bird flits

between branches, poetry

and love intertwine through

my life giving shape and succor

to even the quietest moment.

(June 30, 2019)

Inner Truth

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

somewhere, nearby

vague, yet pervasive,

like these whispers

which define all

as some other than me,

some other voice–

always here

not just an echo

of myself

(June 24, 2019)

Limitation

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

Image property of the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, NY.

Random borders set blurred forms

to contain apportioned bits

of chaos. He accepts these

chains, like religion, to free

himself from the infinite.

(June 10, 2019)

Dispersion

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

Without god to save us,

a breeze slips through

the sycamore’s leaves

slightly sifting the heat away

from the shade beneath.

We must find ourselves

within ourselves, or perish.

Light dapples the grass between us

like butterflies over flowers.

(June 7, 2019)

The Joyous (Lake)

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

In various taverns

around town,

we have spoken tegether

for years, gathering strength

from our gentle laughter

over beer, books, and beatitudes.

Each of us offers what we can,

then part renewed.

(June 6, 2019)

The Gentle (Penetrating, Wind)

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

To be there. To bear witness:

one tells one’s story— That’s all!

That is how evil falls— Again

and again— tell one’s story.

(June 5, 2019)

The Wanderer

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

At home, I cannot move on.

I have few friends here,

but I am content:

I am myself with myself.

Each day, I wander alone

through a foreign land,

where I have no tongue:

no tumblers click

within their conversations,

no prison bolts drop

within their conventions.

(May 31, 2019)

Abundance (fullness)

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress


The moon wanes,

as he begins

to speak:

so many words

go unspoken.

He chokes on air.

(May 25, 2019)