Thursday, April 2, 2009

Sounion Valentine

On that hillside
above the harbor

of Sounion
near the Temple of Poseidon

now just a marble skeleton
in those sacred precincts

where we talked and talked
loved one another why remake

the whippoorwill
if the forest is gone

once inside time
it will never end

then it will
just want to start up again

in any flower there’s
the whole geology of human feeling

moving in a clockwise way
as a star or as a scent.

3 comments:

William Keckler said...

I enjoyed many of your recent ones. I think this one was my favorite.

I see the spiral appears in your poems muchly lately.

i'm drawn to that shape too.

it's really the shape we're all in, but nature loves that shape.

the arm turning around the darkness.

so beautiful in the chambered nautilus or anywhere else.

Peter said...

Thanks, Bill. Have you been to Sounion too? Possible to spiral back in time there I found.

William Keckler said...

Nope.

I have been here the whole time.

hehe.

xo