The tall
young monk
by the bell rope,
in the cloister,
by the refectory door,
off to Rome
the following day.
I tolled the bell
for Angelus,
rope between hands,
words between lips.
The peasant monk,
fading tonsure,
swept the cloister,
black habit dusty,
humble,
soft prayer,
inaudible mumble.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
The tall
young monk
by the bell rope,
in the cloister,
by the refectory door,
off to Rome
the following day.
I tolled the bell
for Angelus,
rope between hands,
words between lips.
The peasant monk,
fading tonsure,
swept the cloister,
black habit dusty,
humble,
soft prayer,
inaudible mumble.
A NOVICE MONK IN AN ABBEY IN 1971.
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