Crossing Over-Turned Around

Through the eye of the needle Not to the left or the right Dodging both on the comets tail I streak into the light My last wish out in front As words melt in a fiery contrail And with only one question To weaken my heart With only one thing to know The seasons entwine All beanstalks are felled With the exit signs all aglow I crash through the doubt Releasing new hope My affirmation now to reign And look ever further Beyond my scope As my senses become untrained I feel the loose pieces Start to come off A new lightness now abounds The last burden has lifted Burning bright in my wake Crossing over—turned around (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)