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The Hermit at Table Three

04 June 2014


The silence of porcelain,
clink! like a prayer bell;
a cluttered space is cleared—
for silent prayer and mindful
noticing—of nothing.

The monk today
is metropolitan,
an overseer of cafe tables,
ensconced in blackboard caverns,
afloat in a holy see;

who moves with and against
the baggage, some that floats,
to dissolve in the air and light,
and some, sinking and unfathomable
mystery in the coffee-black
and deathly-silent deeps.