CRETAN INTERLUDE:
LASSITHI PLATEAU
your knees like heavy cobbles
your place an infinite
from which cells of existence
you created this caldera now full of
windmills
mountain crests ringing it like a signature
one of your many fists probably a meteor
did this
where earth unzips her gown
***** in the White Mountains above the caldera the dictean cave
the blind force of time
today we climb to that same mouth
down limestone stairs around wet curves
of stalagtites
is a pool,
in the first home of the sky god
***** the clothing of the island is olive
groves
*****
you stop in a village on a hillside
that drops away
up a path goats spilling after
fine dust-free air
a plane tree up behind the church a
spring
an old man in the morning square at
the cliff edge begs
an old woman waters her vegetables
fine emptiness
Copyright 2000, Alicia Ostriker
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