S A N C T U A R Y

Some man went on at great length,




Some width, too, and not slim.



He said how a man needs a shed



Where no one would talk at him.



He said he'd be free



To refresh his sanity.



"..A cigar, I think, & maybe a drink.."



To sit on his rear, and peer off the porch,



To stall, & stare off onto all



His reality,



Without the profanity.



This man insisted



"We must be persistent,



We need to feed ourselves first,



Before we can feed others."



I had to add, "In airplanes,



When airmasks fall, it's all



About survival."



He shot me a look he meant,



Then took off again about his dad who



Took refuge in his basement.



Now, my old man,



Found his own peace



Down in that dark place, too.



Forever and ever, amen.