another daydream

another daydream

Thursday, March 9, 2017



Be it pluck or luck, of Irish
descent a Catholic sits,
not on ceremony,
but knee to knee
at a Hindu temple - hive that thrums,
saris that sway to the call, the drum.
Old woman in saffron stands to dance,
wide the drummer's smile, jubilate in chants.
Every body is a celebrant. Name heresy
for what it is, a lonely frock of hearsay.


Given the bronze medal in this week's "Next Line, Please" of The American Scholar