from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
It took me more
than a decade:
to realize
my students were smarter
than we let them be;
to stop being
such a martinet
prancing upon a stage;
to listen to their minds
as they translated
their world out of ours;
to finally be silent
and step out of their way.
(April 4, 2019)
Too near-sighted to see
a larger view, he holds
close to the present.
He has no memory
beyond now; but
with tight-curled fingers,
it is edge enough,
if only for a moment,
to hang a life upon.
(March 30, 2019)
from “Renditions of Change,” from a work in progress
The storm breaks
with the new dawn.
(March 29, 2019)
from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
If what he says is said
within the bounds
of proper order–
If what he said is heard
like fire flickering the wind
toward the horizon–
If what was heard was
what he said, each circle
replicating the last–
then the world becomes home.
(March 25, 2019)
from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
At night a light
exposes one, opens
like a wound to bleed
out into the dark.
I want to stay
hidden within
my secrets, to hold
my desires close
like a small flame.
It’s safe there, stitched
tight between muscle
and bone, waiting
to enkindle a better day.
(March 23, 2019)
from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress
Daylight expands
over the dark
earth. I, too,
must find a way
home, to be happy
with my friends.
(March 23, 2019)
from “Renditions of Change,” work in progress
He could force the moment,
sweep his way clear
without consequence–
He could act,
high-handed,
dismissive–
He could succumb
to his appetites,
devouring all —
and yet, he doesn’t.
(March 21, 2019)
