Water From Ice
A spinner of poetry,
a weaver of prose
A seeker of truth,
or deceiver of both
Will verse be in conflict,
with chapter’s unrhymed
Can the feeling’s transfer,
is there likeness in kind
Will I always remember,
which prayer I must pray
Does the magic get lost,
if the wheat’s in the hay
Can I capture this moment,
be it virtue or vice
In my verse or a novel
—drawing water from ice
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)