on demons

the demons slipped out

they are out more than in...most days

today they sit huddled together

out on the edge...waiting? just watching I guess.

   they look bored, a bit disgusted maybe.

sure they cycle back and poke, look for gaps,

try their old ancient tricks

I can still see them, but it is harder.

eventually they'll break off, and just leave

soon

Soda Bread Poem

Soda bread, scones, 

and Guinness stew

Irish kitchen folk songs.

I pour a stout, later a red ale

then sip a Jameson...slow

think on my family

from Clare, Wexford, Antrim, 

Wicklow, and Cork.

Blessings, peace and rest to you

this St. Patrick's Day.

Mediation from a fellow tired monk.

stop

breathe

acknowledge...

...that you are alive.

That's it.