Two Light Quatrains
These quatrains (four-line poems) reflect recent moments in my life.
* * *
I stare through horizontal prison bars.
Outside are breezes, sun rays, freedom, verve,
But I am trapped inside my office cell—
It is the age-old sentence that I serve.
* * *
The stream plunks a melody over the rocks.
Above us, sparrows sing along.
Our campfire cracks a snare drum’s line—
This is by far my favorite song.
