The melody of his pecking
is a counterpoint to the wind
..
as he creates
not skyscrapers vulnerable
but the holy of
holies.. emptiness...
.. out of a
sycamore
and builds for
his family a cave
.. a shrine with
niches and naves
A mystery that
his drilling without
surcease
gives us
a feeling of peace
EAST
One need not fight
the Draculas, the
Frankensteins,
the Satanic priests.
It is done
effortlessly
by the light
rising in the East