Tuesday, September 21, 2010

New Master

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


  1. 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.

  2. I like this. Waiting for entrance to the Navan temple. Wait...your young masters are gonna test you Old Roshi. You got your kyôsaku ready?

  3. all walks of life, full of emotional twists and turns..
    well done.


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