The freezing air
and the derelict monk
The shades of the moon
and his face shining
The pale lines and the tattered clothes
A picture of strength
a picture of weakness
Yet no shiver
No sound even
As he stood there
with hope
and an eternal silence
As if waiting for a miracle!
The door didn’t open
It had been shut for years
And the crickets sang a melancholy song
Or did I just hear that?
Look beyond the tatters
into bigger realities
you may not see them he seemed to whisper
to anyone wanting to listen
But you were so busy with the black and white
And green perhaps
The whispering was a waste
And then in a flash,
the gavel gave it all away anyway
The miracle happened
and the monk didn’t blink
The monk got his million dollars
The frozen home
and the dim light
And the crickets too
would adorn another wall
