There’s more to life than the city. I also enjoy walking through mountains, villages, and I have a special fondness for old stone architecture. Catalunya has monasteries, churches, walls, roads, and prehistoric dolmens, all made of stone. I never tire of it. It’s a beautiful natural material.

This poem was inspired by a visit to the Cistercian monastery of Santes Creus en Poblet. I’ve been there several times and I always enjoy the silence. On this specific visit, however, something about the bars on the windows disturbed me.


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A window, barred.



Lace made of stone.



Rejection of the world.



A silent Order lives within.
Their daily walk is curled
around the cloister square.

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Don't bother knocking,
no one comes.
You are not welcome there.

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