“…there is a certain amount of writing that can only come from a monastic space.” — St.Vincent
Alone. A lost tree
seeking a forest — thing about
trees, though, is they
can’t move so is it lost at all
if it’s living where it’s
been planted? Perhaps
solitary is a better word
if it is a happy tree. It stands by
itself, seeking best words.
All of its time caught in a web
of slow growth and searching.
Speaking of best words,
happy doesn’t enter into
a lone tree’s vocabulary.
Say instead it’s self-contained
and always fixed upon
what it grows from: it grows
from matins through lauds
to vespers, morning prayer
through to night prayer. Speaking of
St. Vincent, musician and not
saint, it is always possible that prayer
may become song. Speaking
as man and not tree, I refuse
to see difference between those
words. Speaking as a solitary,
i am not ashamed to grow bark,
resolve to be rooted,
settled without patronage.
St. Vincent non-musician was
patron saint of poor people and vintners.
Never an extra word for poets. I am
poor and I am drunk on my assets:
I speak of course of words, prayers,
songs, monastery walls,
vows, oak, bark, and bite.
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