Friday, October 17, 2014

Cupboard Weather: Monastery

Last night I dreamed
you saved my life
in fear I sought refuge 
the Buddhists' kindly meditations 
the choice between sweet scented papaya and a large pear 
were too much for me
as were the city towers with row upon row of identical concentric windows 
I hid from the woman who conjures while she listens at doors 
reads the letters on her tenants' computers
the woman who lived in a building with stone foundations waiting for the sea to rise
the faces of Buddha and Jesus pushing through walls of basalt
the monks readying the abbey for nightfall 
the door that opened on the bench
where you sat reading and waiting 
to save my life


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