March 2021
Tom Montag
tmmontag@centurylink.net
tmmontag@centurylink.net
Author's Note: It seems as if someone is always trying to speak through me. This time it's an old monk.
Not Ben Zen, but someone older, a holy fool perhaps. Take what you're given and say thanks: that's my policy.
I Want This Body
I want this body,
the old monk said.
I want out
of this body.
I want to fly.
I want to catch
the set of the sun.
I want to settle
somewhere beyond
mere understanding.
No Man
No man is an island,
the old monk says.
We are particles of light.
Yes, We Know
Yes, we know
he's old, they said,
and he says
strange things,
but he's our monk.
©2021 Tom Montag
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