Wednesday, September 15, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (8)
I'VE WAITED SO LONG
I've waited so long
to say these things,
the old monk said,
that now they don't
make much sense.
~
I CAN STAY
I can stay here
until the wind
settles down,
the old monk said.
There is no hurry.
~
THEY DO NOT
They do not
go quiet,
the cicadas,
the old monk said.
That is their
nature -- to sleep
and then to wake
and keep working.
~
