Silent Monks

Outside the walls of rhyme and meter
Smiling at sunsets
Calling for crows
Waltzing in the dew
Using the good crystal for orange juice and
Soaking in hot baths...
But here in this poetry place
We miss you

Here, where we huddle at long tables
Heads bowed, shoulders slumped
Scratching ink onto paper
Worker ant scribes
Striking a match with our words
A candle to light the way...
Into this poetry place
So we can miss you

Like silent monks we're in this dream
Plucking words out of the air
Putting them in maniacal order
Rinse, Repeat
Glance down hallways of light
Must summon and conjure, magic wand style...
Inside this poetry place
Because we miss you


as the coyote clan howls
a smile sweeps across
inside the screens
i am a safe observer

they creep to water's edge
crunching leaves
tracks in the sand, for us
to find in morning