You are One of Civilization’s Quiet Contemplatives
I send Love’s name into the world with wings
-Thomas Merton, “A Psalm”
Into your pocket you slip a volume of verse To feel and smell and breathe the words of others And paper and pen are ready to your hand To limn an errant dream as it whispers by
You take a roadside turning known only to you Recusing yourself from busy-ness for awhile To sigh upon a grassy bank and simply be And rescue civilization from itself
With words you embrace the entirety of life (But don’t forget your British Army Knife)
The pocket knife is for peeling an apple should you find one.
Please know that I am on the ViaSat / Verizon / Directv / Netgear axis of poor service. I never ignore correspondence, but in the mornings my InterGossip works very slowly at best and the evenings even more slowly and increasingly not at all. Responding to you may take some time.