Vespers
What were you chanting
from down the dry well
of our German coffee maker?
A brusque Gute Nacht masking
the finesse required to defeat
the hinged plastic lid?
Begging bus fare
for the Silk Road
transparent,
even without mornings
bracing first cup.
A caution, then?
Don’t leave bags unattended?
Know the warning signs of stroke?
Sleep like a baby, use two-step
authentication?
Your cloistered solitude,
fringed bulb of abdomen
whispered tonsure,
solitary choirmaster dwarfed
by cathedral walls
soaring graduated
into heavenly gloom
where I hovered on high,
my nightly routine
to summon The Flood,
deigning to lower
a spoon of salvation
while you wove a gossamer
chorale,
working
the eight tiny shuttles
of your batons.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 8:23 AM UTC
Vespers
What were you chanting
from down the dry well
of our German coffee maker?
A brusque Gute Nacht masking
the finesse required to defeat
the hinged plastic lid?
Begging bus fare
for the Silk Road
transparent,
even without mornings
bracing first cup.
A caution, then?
Don’t leave bags unattended?
Know the warning signs of stroke?
Sleep like a baby, use two-step
authentication?
Your cloistered solitude,
fringed bulb of abdomen
whispered tonsure,
solitary choirmaster dwarfed
by cathedral walls
soaring graduated
into heavenly gloom
where I hovered on high,
my nightly routine
to summon The Flood,
deigning to lower
a spoon of salvation
while you wove a gossamer
chorale,
working
the eight tiny shuttles
of your batons.
