Elbow Lake

last echoes
of guitar string prayers
flow across Elbow Lake

heads tilt  - eyes scan
canoes slip into the mist
seeking the source

night watch patrol

getting dark,
as dusk slips away

the tired monk
takes up his staff
wanders the night

shooing raccoons
as the novices sleep

questions

novices:

are you really a monk?
why are you tired?
where is your monastery?

tell us

we really want to know

the tired monk:

take off your shoes
and pray with me
       
       

monk's prayer

one more prayer
a monk's prayer

added

to the saint spoken
multitude

blessings break the brim
flow free