tis calm…
cars go by…sounding like ocean waves…
sun cracked like yoke on a plate…
and here i sit…
with thoughts of an old monk…
prayers lifted…life restored…
last March…
slept in a metal chair…
Gotham’s gift…
sanctuary sought at Washington Square…
hustling down 8th Avenue…
chow at Apostle’s on 1st…
and here i sit…
with thoughts of an old monk…
prayers lifted…life restored…
a Midwest room…
confidant…
warm blankets…
now…
in this…
i am at peace…
tis calm…
cars go by…sounding like ocean waves…
sun cracked like yoke on a plate…
