I ran into Merton again
Just as I am over him I turn a life corner and there he is reentering my line of sight
I am transported once
again seeing through eyes that saw so well the discongruent discordant yet harmonious pull
of life in all its guises he a monk activist poet journaler deep
thinker on all things now and historied whether proven true fact or speculative sensation
tying them together all the while working in the fields cracking rock for walls picking fruits in fields busy work of hands and body this too seemingly discongruent to the life of a contemplative yet is it really no a balance
in all the ambiguity and uncertainty that always lies there
Merton has something that as I return
again again again
has a bite to it that fills empty gut with nourishment
moving a body forward into the next frame
once again.