Friday, September 26, 2025

Not Under A Basket

I have tried 
Not to hide 
Such talents as I have. 
You may scrawl on my grave 
That at least I did not save 
My best for private consumption 
But had the galling gumption 
To toss it on the stage, 
By turns a fool or sage, 
In a rage or overjoyed, 
With the audience annoyed 
Or moved or just amused… 
But hopefully not too confused.

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Sanctuary

I am an awful Catholic, it is true. 
I disbelieve. I do not go to church. 
Except, and this is strange, sometimes I do. 
I go into the building, on a search 
For something that I felt when just a boy, 
The sense, perhaps of solemn dedication, 
The sense of sorrow wrapped in promised joy, 
Maintained through centuries of aspiration. 
I bow my head, a gesture of submission, 
Not to what I believed in as a youth, 
Nor yet in token of some deep contrition, 
But rather in acceptance of a truth: 
That in this changing world, we give our best, 
Then hope it's good enough to pass the test.

Friday, April 04, 2025

Silent S

The s is silent in island,
Although I'm not sure why, 
Unless it's to trip up foreigners... 
Our spelling humor is dry. 
Our language is a collision, 
Cluttered with odd debris. 
Oops, another silent s... 
Just crept up on me.