Sonnet

Choose life then.
So that you and your predecessors may live.
Do not ask how or when.
Seek only to strive.

We are in a room.
Behind us a locked door, the past.
In front one unlocked, leading to our tomb.
What lies beyond that door, we will find out at last.

I was alone in the silence of the cell at San Marco.
Before me a fresco by Fra Angelico of the Resurrection.
Y a Marco se embarco.
And Marco embarked in translation.

We too soon will embark, that door ahead is ajar.
We need not fear, passing through this door will leave no scar.

Haiku

We soon will embark
That door ahead is ajar
Leaving then no scar