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Temple Athena



Time change
Athens to Rome
Is it one hour, or two?
Ten thousand hours
Or rocket time
How many minutes to wisdom
Eons to Mount Olympus
Seconds of knowing.

Dry olives, thirsty cypress
Hard rock staging cuts into the hillside
Steep incline steps
White dirt dust howls at the Parthenon
Twenty five hundred years of time
And grit is still grit
Parched throats are nothing new.

Wind of the ancients blows today
Acropolis sand, carved from the rock
Gift of the gods
Limestone harvest, marble dust
An immortal Greek chorus
Choked with fossil specks of ancient seas
Hair tangled with abrasive sand
Tiny follicle columns eroding
Goddess-sized pillars alike
Losing definition
Fading beauty
(Too much time is not good for stone statues or shiny hair.
Even the gods understand that.)

And flat sandal feet
Slapping the goddess ground
Slap slap leather feet
Finding purchase on the slippery rock
So worn, so weary
This sandstone perch
Higher than the city
Lower than Olympus
Cast in crippled revery.

Temple Athena
Where time is uncertain
Holding secrets of the ages
How many hours till one grows wise?
Is it an hour, or two?
Confused time
Airport time
Bewildered rock
Timeless hill
Forgotten goddess blowing away
Sad beauty
In a minute or two, featureless
Time change, and gone.


With the Wind I Watch

With the wind I watch my back
And sit closed with eyes affront
Affixed upon the open sea
Where demons lurk and devils spy
And wait their chance to punish me

With the rain I breathe in deep

The humid air around me
Charged elements grope, electrify
Turbulent, careening, racing drops
Magnetic forces terrify

With the snow I cry despair

The world seems flat, uncaring
Trampling my disheartened senses
All around me deadened sound
Stark, empty, without pretenses

With the sun I might be cheerful

But all I see is glare
Squinting through the rays of light
Sol hammers at my pounding head
Skin soaked, a sunburned painful blight

With the clouds I long for passion

Building blocks of yearning
They skip and float across the sky
Imagined perfect lovely vision
Those fantasies they personify

Sea salt moon hypnotizes

Pulls and tears and screams my name
Teasing, wanting, filling, lusting
Rips and drags me to its call
Mesmerizing, lunar trusting

Yet back I land with the salty air

And the wind behind my back
It turns me out a bitter fool
The breeze doth bite and stab
Tis unforgiving, desperate, cruel

And I remember who I am

And how I’m meant to be
I watch the wind, oh stealthy form
I keep my flaming candles safe
I hide from savage killing storm

And watch my life go by and by
While I await the calm
That static cool serenity
Oh what the world might mean to me
If only the wind would let me be