The Gargoyle’s Watch

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Graduate Division

The energy of a cool morning greets me with brisk air.

Refreshed, I approach the towering sanctum.

Its spire scrapes the sky, providing a loft perch

for a lone gargoyle that gazes earthwards.

The quiet outside belies the business that awaits;

the sacred toils of the acolytes

are already underway.

I enter

Seated, I exhale deeply

As if my lungs’s wind could crack the cover before me

I stare down the ancient text, weighty and arcane

I must plunder its secrets

 

I exit

The evening is well upon me; today’s work was slow

I turn to face the great doors, which begin to shut

My fellows are mostly gone, but a dedicated few remain

Should I strike home, or was my day not yet done?

The dying light of the sun breaks through the heavenly blanket

Illuminating the cathedral’s upper reaches

The gargoyle’s metallic eyes reflect its light

And capture none of its warmth

I pause, my body already turned towards home

The doors still swing on their hinges

In the upper corner of my eye

I see a spark of light

And imagine a knowing grin

Dragging reticent feet,

I enter

The morning’s cool energy is carried in the wind,

that breaks against my back.

Refreshed, I approach the sanctum,

whose spires rend the sky

and provide for a gargoyle’s perch.

It gazes earthward.

The quiet outside belies the business that awaits;

The sacred toils of the acolytes

are already underway,

though the shuffling of their papers is muted

by the heavy cathedral doors.

I enter

Seated before my day’s task, my breath rushes out

as if my lungs’s wind might crack the cover of the tome before me.

The sacred text is weighty and esoteric

I must plunder its secrets

 

I exit

Today’s work was sluggish.

The great doors creak closed behind me,

a dedicated few remain inside.

Should I strike home, or is my day not yet done?

The dying light of the sun breaks through the heavenly blanket,

Illuminating the cathedral’s upper reaches.

The gargoyle’s metallic eyes reflect its light

but capture none of its warmth.

I pause, my body already turned towards home

In the upper corner of my eye

I see a spark of light

And imagine a knowing smile

Dragging reticent feet,

I enter