THE FEAST OF ST. FRANCIS: leaving facebook, part I
It is right that on this day–
remembering his nakedness, his simplicity,
his begging bowl, the broken church,
the wolf and the birds, the peach–
I should separate my worldly self
from so much busyness, should turn
away from a virtual world.
The real one compels.
The last crickets.
Coyotes in the dark.
The moon rising as the sun sets.