Only ten squares from where I first began,
in love with starting, the rush of the gate,
I try to strengthen my native wingspan
taking humble steps in Kings county’s grace.
Obsessed by the pen, afraid of its ink,
its powers escalating my story.
To write? To teach? To do? To change? To think?
Molding the legacy of Piller and Liquori.
In rapture with rapture, in hope of hope
in search of a modicum of meaning
writhing and searching, avoiding all tropes
seeking the stability of reason.
I would like to live each day unashamed
as if it were, all the time that remained.