RIVER
On the blue bosom of the river
tiny crests created by
the painting fingers
of a restive Aeolus
pensive, yet playful
at the same moment;
uneven lines
break and re-form
on the fluid surface
a motion perpetual
by the wind and water
being witnessed
by a stationary
passerby--- a
poet-photographer
in awe of
the tranquil place
once, a loved haunt
of the heathen gods,
re-connects, this scene, a yearning heart
with the traditions of the "pagans"
seeking divinity
in such Grecian sanctuaries
and a global tribe of believers
----the neo-Hellenic worshipers of nature
in ugly cities of concrete and polluting vehicles
the fleeting moment
conjures up
new pathways to profound
illuminations.
Beautiful poem and wonderful photo.
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