sometimes i envied monks
their lives of detachment
how they don’t seem to
have the longings that
anchor most to the world
how they seem impervious
to the need for romantic
love and the attachments
to the things of this life
trading those for peace
and advanced spirituality
sometimes i thought of
becoming a monk without
but i just couldn’t live
without a woman and
deny myself the joys of
romantic love and living
free of the restraints
and the sacrifices
and the renunciations
of a monk living in an
isolated womanless world
bob boyd