‘the face that holds the mask of race
erases my un-fashioned face’ (M. Mendel)

the nature of life is change
permanence is doom

thoughts running on a string
left loose to stray
surviving in the mind
to settle in the unnamable depths of the soul

the answers to our questions
are lost in the rhythm of our dreams
life to come and life to live:
the ever-seeking spirit of fulfillment

links as beads on a chain many times broken
only to be recomposed in a new fashion