from
The Old Monk Poems
Ha! says the old monk,
when I'm hungry enough
I eat the wind.
Only old monks can say
the preposterous things,
the old monk says.
Death holds
no fear for me,
the old monk says.
I know I will
happily dissolve
to grass and tree,
to the humus of
stuff, on to stone, and --
yes, yes -- to stars.
If wanting
is what you want,
the old monk said,
it doesn't matter
what you get.
Add
what I have
to
what you have --
soon
we'll have
enough,
the old monk said.
Pass it on.
Being a poet, Tom Montag says, is a matter of paying attention to the world and listening to its voices. One of those voices, he says, is "the old monk," who just won't shut up. Montag is also the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013, Seventy at Seventy, and The River Will Tell You, as well as Maybe Holy: Six Old Monk Poems.
I really enjoy Tom's Old Monk poems whenever I read them here and there.
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