be quiet

nothing wrong
with silence -
being still

you can
be silent
and still
be there

Measure 4 Measure

Father Manic Priest
shouted at the frightened class.
He hurled himself into a corner,
flung an arm, hand, against the wall.
"They nailed one hand There!"
Ran to the other corner of the room.
"They nailed the other hand - There!!"

Father Nails-Holding-Up-Braces,
he as Parish Priest, was Number 1.
"Make sure you count money
at least three times - if you get
the same sum twice, you're OK.

Father Lean-As-A-Rake,
counted Lent by the ounces.
Gave a basic sentence of 3
Glory Be's, Hail Mary's, Our Father's.

Father Melodeon had four eyes
in his head, to left, to right
and they met in the middle,
in an un-priestly grin and
not that far off the ground.

Sip, rinse, spit...

Maybe freedom
comes in two flavours:
freedom from
and
freedom to...

Sip, rinse, spit...