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,
But,
Tonight.
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?