geography of season

geography of season

‘Far Channel’, image retrieved by the Weathercats

the autumn
a tide that
slows its way
in full return,
the channel moving
further and further
beyond the reach
of hand,
last leaf
lingering into the
fall of a symphony
played on tears,
the winter settles
longer in the eye,
frost on web
and dream
an old man
an old woman’s
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Konitsa – in memoriam 1948

konitsa* – in memoriam 1948
* small town near the greek-albanian border; the area, the konitsa gorge in particular, saw some of the worst fighting in the greek civil war

Gorge _Aoou
The Gorge of the Aoos river (η χαράδρα Αώου) at the foot of the town of Konitsa. With acknowledgements to the Greek site

the rush
of shadow
upon the gorge
the sun pounded
open on the cliff
like eucalyptus bark

a stitch of
pine and snow
darkening along
the sky’s
you shot through
like the echo
of the gun

burnished under
the flare of
the waters
sour threads
of khaki
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“Calypso Calling heaven and Earth to Witness her Sincere Affection to Ulysses” by Swiss artist Angelica Kauffman, 1741- 1807
   a telling of it –
    Calpyso to her sleeping lover, Odysseus

years on i haven’t
     found your measure
words i’d shipwreck in
		your mind
	are poor survivors
lost at the edge of
		your smile

disappearing 	at that horizon
your eyes weep 
into grey.

afraid my taking more
		   than you give
showing yourself only
in the night you make
over me with your hands

		whatever the sun.

   wreckage –
    Odysseus to his sleeping lover, Calypso

along your skin
the pulse of surf
a pleasure amidst
		dark rocks
sky turning white
		at the sea-brim
 all things known
		on another shore,
were they unbound,
turned to warmth again
within your muscle.

your body undoes
this sacred island
in winds
becalmed like
iron shackles
from me
undoes a shifting
sleep within
		to match
the dream your
body goes through
rising to the skin
stirring the bed
		of your voice.

a dream
moving together.
   still –
    Calypso farewells her captive Odysseus

a fine day 
on this shore
the birds bearing
my shawl aloft 
in flutter above me, 
sun in every 
niche of rock
the breakers 
laying out
their fabrics 
of foam
laced round 
gloss of sky,
the cold of
your going
like the
sea clasping
my ankles
the soles
of my feet
the suck
of tears

i swear that
i saw you 
struggle not
to turn and 
face me from 
your false

 tokyo 1993
revised june 2020

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The music is from the 4th piece of Robert Schumann’s Gesänge der Frühe, interpreted by Mitsuko Uchida 

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