The Air Abandons - Poem by Kathleen Griffin
Under the clear occluding air
scent of pines, olives, goats,
the occasional chuckling donkey,
stone and water.
Precious and shining, water
across the stones, down the hills,
sparse and smelling of life.
Clouds shape across the gorge,
warrior, maidens converge,
and the air dissolves into pines,
stones and water.
Each to his own music, his air,
abandons the world.
There is the scent of life,
death or eternity.
Eternity is the mountain view
over water to stony islands seen
softly at night, at sun-sharp noon,
and the luxurious ships that glide
Eternity is the firefly string of lights
coursing up the valley.
Each one departs,
his cloudy breath shaping the air.
The small bats dance,
cutting silhouettes from darkness
in the pellucid dawn air,
and the donkey laughs
beneath the stony pines.
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