Sunday, April 20, 2014

The silent order

They stand uneven
As the shore line

Cowled in hoodies
A monastic order
Of silent men

Complexities of emotion
Nuances of feeling
Compacted to a phrase
Understood by the brotherhood

Peace found
In hissing surf and
Squabbling seagulls
Content to flow around
These silent dawn intruders

Prayer rediscovered
For the sea to yield
Its bounty
That big one
They can brag about
For size still matters

Lines flicked out
Shimmer in sunlight
Then cascade
Into Neptune’s hall

They stand, they wait
Hoping, desiring, lusting
While surf
Caresses their feet

Cowled in hoodies
They are the brotherhood
Of silent men

Having faced the sea

They turn and face the sun

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