The Flying Monks of Walla Walla! (new poem)

 

The Flying Monks of Walla Walla!

by Tim Kavi

across the purpled

plains they did come

riding on batwings

with cat smiles

minstrels of the sacred

baking bread

in brick ovens

they ate in haste

wires strung

between two cliffs

they did traverse

no need to rehearse

flying loops

gymnasts in motion

they needed no potion

landings were so sure

they climbed

the cliffs of my heart

climbed the soul

of my deepest longings

I wanted to fly with them

but these are skilled steps

they said

so I fled, instead

unwilling to pay the price

really no time

for years of training

just to enjoy their explaining

wisdom speaks

still, some were walking

the rope, a delicate balance

between future's hope

they were

the flying monks

of Walla Walla!

the music fades...

as minstrels applaud

and dance

crowing like Chanticleer!

jest like the joker

revealed in the deck

of cards, luck

brings random dealings

of quantum existence

and luck has brought

these traveling monks

for a diversion

of an hour or two

their flickering images

catching fire borne

juggling implements

while walking across

a gulf, their eyes fixed

on the prize

the other side

of existence

to descend out and down

of the higher place

is a path

every mystic knows

where human darts

await our

descent, buried

in human applause!

so be not surprised

these quantum

lessons, brought by

the flying monks

of Walla Walla!

afterward: the next week, I remained so inspired, that I strung a rope. 

I was born! I began the walk! Thanks be to the monks of Walla Walla! ;-)