Benedict began his morning early,
and as he sauntered to the prayer hall,
he noticed white clouds gathering and chattering,
like brick layers lining up for work.
A few hours later,
when he looked out of his study,
Benedict watched the clouds,
circling above the half finished
gothic spire, conspiring to cause
further delays to well laid out
Christmas plans.
He opened the window
and noticed the pages of his
notebook of religious catechism
fluttering with fresh excitement,
revealing lengthy words,
sprawled slantingly in
beautiful monkish handwriting.
Then he let the rain drops
drift in, and watched them
mingle with his words,
and dissolve them slowly.
