AS IF NOT ALONE.
Posted: June 3rd, 2014, 10:16 am
That monk
in the refectory
of the abbey,
bespectacled
with dark curly hair
like a cissy girl,
gave me the stare
as if I shouldn't be there,
but maybe
he wasn't
looking at me at all,
perhaps at the opposite wall
or a monk behind me
who stared back at him
with equal stare
wishing maybe
he wasn't there.
I cleaned the bogs
on the second floor,
swept the cloister
as if some
holy street
or one of them
in Jerusalem
where He once walked
or strolled with others
before the Roman's
did Him in.
The old peasant monk
sharpened his scythe
on the narrow stone,
before continuing
to cut the tall grass,
lonesome looking,
humble, God blessed,
as if not alone.
in the refectory
of the abbey,
bespectacled
with dark curly hair
like a cissy girl,
gave me the stare
as if I shouldn't be there,
but maybe
he wasn't
looking at me at all,
perhaps at the opposite wall
or a monk behind me
who stared back at him
with equal stare
wishing maybe
he wasn't there.
I cleaned the bogs
on the second floor,
swept the cloister
as if some
holy street
or one of them
in Jerusalem
where He once walked
or strolled with others
before the Roman's
did Him in.
The old peasant monk
sharpened his scythe
on the narrow stone,
before continuing
to cut the tall grass,
lonesome looking,
humble, God blessed,
as if not alone.
