Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Logosophiamag.com Hellopoetry.com Fellowshipandfairydust.com
“Remarkably Like Any Other Place”
For Tod
Who is in assisted living Assisting others in living
Rich: This is an awful place.
More: Except it’s keeping me from you, my dears, it’s not so bad. Remarkably like any other place.
Alice: It drips!
More: Yes. Too near the river.
-Robert Bolt, A Man for All Seasons
Life is a pilgrimage from cell to cell: The bedroom of one’s childhood, the college dorm The noisy barracks, merry in spite of all Eighty conscript soldiers bunked out in rows
The marriage home set forth among trees and grass A comfortable chair with a lamp and books The office with its official desks and files And Sunday liturgies in an accustomed pew
All these are now condensed into a cell Where God has chosen to live and wait with you
(I suppose I'd better clarify that my friend Tod sees his room as a monastic cell, not a prison cell.)