So ridiculous; so unthinking.

I stayed three nights

We prayed together

I never spoke with any of them

We made eye contact

I know by voice and light that

They are real, but

I drove 8 hours home again and

Tonight I miss them

Like a best friend who moves away

Like a girlfriend who breaks up

Like the family when you go to college

They’re a group of monks

Their thing is their thing

You see it and you go,



I see their faces and

Hear their chanting voices; I see

Bodies bent by years yet voices hearts souls undimmed, I

Miss them deeply deeply truly, it’s

Supremely silly?