JOURNEYMAN IN ATHENS

journeyman in athens ,summer 1356/1977

Where did Greek bring these hills from

If they were naked

And love hungry?

The young enthusiast conquerred to burn

I elevated my sights

On the hills of Athens

To elevate my sights.

It was about noon

When I got up you

As I promissed

It was not to burn

But to be burnt

And in moments

We embraced

And both burnt.

I told you today is my day

And you whispered:

Our day.

I made it our day

Because without you

I could not be you

You could not be I.

Still

Where  

These

Playful

Hills

Were 

From?

Where was the hearth all these years

And the waterfall

And the wave?

O Baby!