Cycladic Idyll

 

Lower your gaze.

When beauty

invades life with such force

it can destroy you.

The two ants

that now run hastily

near your naked feet

bury their summer dreams

deep into the ground.

The weight they carry

will not crush them.

They have measured their strength well.

 

Your shadow fades into the shade of the tree.

Black into black.

Guilt that had to remain in the dark

so to keep defining you.

The glow of these fragments, though,

can still sustain you.

You don’t need any adjectives,

Every question is a desire.

Every answer (you know it) is a loss.

Stay where you are.

The storm will lull in a while.

The clouds do not ask where.

They simply continue their journey.