Monk

You could ask me

Why the compulsive expressionism?

And why the hunger to speak on my behalf?

Why should I be so hungry all the time to taste

Taste the very blood that love and life is?

Eat the flesh of my circumstance and receive every moment

with reverence that only a monk has

The monk who happens to be a thousand years old and one

I could tell you several of my reasons

One being that my expression is the reverence

of that thin old monk who survives on it

The joy of my expression is what he has been meditating for

A thousand years and one

You could ask me

What do you want of me?

I could tell you to revere my expression of joy

And bask in it