As life’s main ingredient,
truism hardly belongs to the compartment
labelled ‘imponderabilia’, yet that is precisely
where Mr Honk tends to place it,
but that’s hardly anything out of the ordinary
when one considers his other eccentricities,
as when, for instance, he reaches the place
that was the sole reason for reading a book
only to pause, much like the faithful
who linger in the vestibule
to read the parish announcements
and then dip their fingertips
in the holy water in the aspersorium
to make the sign of the cross
before joining a coryphée in the matronaeum.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
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