"A Welcome Break from Eternity" - Alx Johns



"A Welcome Break from Eternity" - Alx Johns


The monastery dared gravity leaning off the cliff. 
The building itself 
was an act of faith, 
tree-limb triangles 
supporting floors and walls
floor pallets, pots and pans,
manuscripts, relics, and 
some men,accessible only 
by a miserable, many-mile 
trek up a never-ending incline
in the never-blind blazing sun;
or god forbid the ropes
hanging like petrified tears
down the crags to the rocky 
coast a mile below.  Having
opted for the former, I stood 
breathless and sweating
in the entry way for 
what seemed like 
forever before a figure finally 
descended the stairs,
seemed to float
with ghost grace,
a black robe broken
only by gauzy whisps 
of beard. He smiled 
for too long, then observed, 
“You are American. I lived in America many, many 
years in the past. How did things work out for that Richard Nixon guy?”

(photo by David Noah, 2013)

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