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 ky├┤saku ready?

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


Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.