Thank You, Stan!
For: Stan White
Bundled up against the biting wintry sea
currents of the Pacific,
I asked Stan how he could amble about
the monastery grounds in short sleeves
and flip-flops sans socks.
The cold won’t hurt you, he said,
scrambling my brain waves!
Wonderstruck with this new reckoning
that I could unbutton my coat,
let the outside in,
and whenever possible
pass along the good news
to anyone shivering needlessly—
there is more of life that can be taken.
