once more i approach the monastery
poem III
once more i approach the monastery
on my knees with a whipping stick
so much for the journey i
took only shortcuts and
barely thought of anything other
than my own
suffering
of anything above or below
the beating of my own heart
even as it flit higher and
higher still
to be out of sight
out of orbit
but I don’t begrudge it
that abandonment
besides
it was not the first time
i had been under the impression
that all i need do was
knock on the door for it to be opened
well i kept knocking
i kept knocking til my fists bled
the door didn’t even make a sound
i might
as well have been hitting a cliff
what’s the difference between a door and a cliff?
only hope
or delusion
in any case
i approach the monastery having
strewn promises along
the road behind me and
forgotten
that they might matter
that moments linger in the mind despite
an attempt to strip them of relevance to
a present we inhabit
we share them though so who can say
what feelings remain tangible and what
was lost along the way
finally I reach the monastery
on my knees with a whipping stick and
there you are waiting
behind a door and
abundant of memories
About the Creator
nathanael j
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