POEM OF EVIA
In gratitude for the friendship & beauty, and inspiration of The Moving Archetype, Anilio Centre, June–July 2016
I crossed lands to climb this mountain,
And the mountain climbed into me.
First, it’s fern shadows ﬂickered at my forehead,
Second, it’s pines started their moan-song in my mouth,
A breath further, it’s springs were pooling silver in my chest,
It’s shoreline nudging through my hips, legs, hair,
Mountain foot wetting ﬁrst my feet, then everywhere.
The mountain climbed inside me!
When it’s tune catches me and lumps rise in my throat,
Volcano ﬁres go tunnelling for escape in my rib cage,
When belly starts echoing, dark abandoned cave,
Gut pulsing as stream gushes into gorge,
I know it is in there saying, in moon’s glisten,
“The nights are a fullness here, stay awake and listen!”