SHE
KNITS THE SEA
(for mum)
Aegean:
what a funny
way to spell a sea,
which
as far as the
eye can see
pours out before
me.
Past
the aegean rocks,
the aegean shore,
the aegean history,
While outside
this aegeon church
a Parian woman
crochettes patiently
in lee of the
sea breeze.
What is the name
for all I see?
A paradise of
strangers and sun washed sights.
How to spell the
sun, whose light
shines:
off walls and
sunglasses,
camera lenses
and forgotten
language classes,
Between lime trees,
church seats
and doric columns,
on
the postman,
arriving
before he knocks,
calling
"Katarina!"
Discussing on
the stoop
what arrives
this morning
with the rest
of the day. |
Sometimes Greek,
French, or
English voices
with the aegeon
behind
float on the
breeze
capturing a snapshot
of the passing
tourist's mind.
Was that Italian,
Deutche or Spanish?
Swedish, Celtic,
hope or anguish
I watched enter
this shrine to daily labour,
into the house
of god
away from the
sunshine moment savoured,
-their Paros
t-shirts printed
in some distant
harbour-
What's the name
for these Grecian
geraniums, bamboo,
or for the Aegeon's
favourite saviour?
How is any of
it spelt,
or smelt,
or flavoured?
All is explained
by this Parian
lady
crochetting together
her patient morning's
labours.
27/6/02 (Paroikia)
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