I was talking with Thomas Merton,
well, actually, I was talking and he
was listening, that period of silence
each day those Trappists do,
you know. Silence forces you
to listen. So we talked, or rather
I talked, he never said a word
but he spoke
like a child,
he was a child, you know,
Related: My post this week at Tweetspeak Poetry on Thomas Merton's In the Dark Before Dawn.
Photo of Thomas Merton via the Thomas Merton Society of Canada.