days pass outside
drizzle rolling off hood
kneeling in damp robes
no answer
rattle doors, pound
pull hard - chain snapping power
big thumping sandal kicks
shatter - splinter wood
new master opens the door
silences the noise
and angry beats
with a quick broom smash
tired monk looks up - smiles
robes soaked in humble mud
I never though of mud as being humble, but I love the phrase. The first and last stanzas are my favorite, because they smell of cool damp earth.
ReplyDeleteI like this. Waiting for entrance to the Navan temple. Wait...your young masters are gonna test you Old Roshi. You got your kyôsaku ready?
ReplyDeleteall walks of life, full of emotional twists and turns..
ReplyDeletewell done.