Wednesday, February 9, 2022


More and more often 
the older we get,
the cells in our bodies
have one track minds—

now if only you and I 
could knuckle-down 
on our lodestar, 

could home-in 
and synchronize 
our efforts like that.

It's hard to deny 
the passion and gravity 
synthesized by a little 
blind automaticity, 

or the power unbound
by a secret alliance.

For however small 
and inconsequential, 
however soft 
and quick the Judas kiss, 

when it's multiplied 
by the number  
of accused men found innocent, 

then divided 
by a lifetime, 

the figure that results 
falls nothing short 
of astounding.