On the office wall
his degrees are hung
below eye level.
On back of the door
his winter robe hangs
alone, the year round.
Above the window
hangs a photograph
of him, three brothers.
Draping the window
hangs a sari from
a Hindu swami.
On the one bookshelf
hang together scripts
from nine religions.
Other wall hangings
remind him of his
dearest spirit kin.
In this sacred space
he hangs out, often
making monkpoems.
