The Tired Monk...on Mowing

some days it is sandals
deep in ornamental grass
others days it is steel toe grit
sweat grinding, steep ditch sides
to forest edge

novices wait...soccer ball in hand



An Olsonomics Link Concerning More Mowing: http://olsonomics.blogspot.com/2011/07/iawah.html

slow storm fear

novice all huddled up
thick in quick
curtain peeks
and blankets pulled
high over heads

afraid?

you've never been afraid of storms before...

yes, but this one moved up slow

a tired monk morning

been down to the forest
pre-dawn deep in shadows
a place of slow coffee sips

inside

little rustles...creaks
novices awake

the lost and lonely

little lost
little lonely

sitting
thinking out back
butts all stacked and stubbed
thumbing through John

tired as any monk
of loss and loneliness

the tired monk's books

books stacked
high and teetering
a mess of knowledge