Friday, January 27, 2012

iced in

to walk empty temple halls
no novices on this iced in day

wander to the common room?

i would
but the tired monk knows...

the coffee tastes burnt up there



why do I have to?

novices ask, and ask
this one...the most

the tired monk wants to
dig zen deep
but he's got no roshi response

a back and forth of technique

tweed jacket
fatherly love
pleas, emotion, logic,
a converse of silence

the tired monk responds:


Thursday, January 26, 2012

getting to the road

the road is so busy

M.Scott and Robert
heads down debating

Jack flicked his butt
into my ditch

Paul and Luke
hurried west

Basho stopped
on his journey
wrote a poem
slept on the porch

a tattered father and son
stopped  - end of the drive
fixed their shopping cart wheel
with borrowed tools

the tired monk dragging
empty roadside bins
back up to the temple


ponders is just getting to the road

Proverbs 3: 5-6

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

so called

these halls
are empty

fewer novices
fewer monks

at last count: two monks
and one of them is tired


there were a few more
so called monks
overseeing detention
of so called novices
caught pen-handed
so called haiku

Monday, January 16, 2012

Thursday, January 12, 2012

a monk's choice

a perfect prayer silence

banging thudding
garbage cans flying
yells shouts
fists thrown high

stop prayer?

the tired monk walks
into the fray

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Christmas Lights

lights left hanging
now just dark strands
coming free from the eaves
flapping against the house
as the cold front moves in

Saturday, January 7, 2012



first sound was the train
now there is just
white snow silence


mice tracks
tiny by the tree

rabbit tracks
big and bounding

fox tracks
tight on the hunting trail

monk tracks
weird robe swirls

Sunday, January 1, 2012

on new year's day

some huddle
fearing Mayan math
resolving hurting and hung over

the tired monk
sink lingers
sips coffee and benedictine
drying towel sits ready
on robed left shoulder
pondering poems