AKROPOLIS

AKROPOLIS

I stand,

substantial,

on the heavy ground

of the thrusting hill.

I am weighted,

solid, dense.

I breathe wind,

I see distance,

I feel movement.

Around me

the Akropolis is still.

It has fallen silent.

Motionless pediments,

horizontal columns

resist the shivering grasses.

There is no substance now

to the vanished builders.

They are gone.

I must follow.

October 17 2008