Well grounded spirituality
He walked along the National Mall, the monk in saffron robes
and running shoes...
I longed to see doves land on his outstretched hands,
or politicians stream from the marbled halls to sit at his sneaker clad feet in the wet grass, eyes shining, raindrops landing on their spectacles and lapel pins as they awaited his few words which could change the world.
Although I felt some cosmic shift as he passed, it seemed unnoticed by the frisbee players and the ipod clad runners, fully engaged in their own moments.
He walked away, down the National Mall, the monk in saffron robes
and running shoes...
Nice poem. 'spectacles and lapel pins' are a great characterization for the politicians.
by 00A5 over 2 years ago