8/13/17 – In an age where obsolescence infiltrates products, jobs, marriages and even thinking, one might do well to give some thought to some of the ancient past that is still offering its comforting residue for our chaotic present and future.



Live Ruins


The spirit,
the soul,
your choice,
absorbs sentient recitals,
some conscious,
others of latency in waiting.

To visit Delos ruins
where fallen ancient marble cloisters
baking in centuries-old sun
give witness to marbled nakedness
reclined in grass-protected embrace
like chaste lovers of the mind.

Tourist-fresh olives
become perfect companions,
alongside locally-aged wine
for that pause among history’s headstones
of shadowy sandals
and toga-clad whisperings of ancient philosophy
destined to continue echoing such inaugurals
onto book-bound pages.

Wisdom’s shameless lovers continue unadorned,
their resolute columns hastening further sips
of wine’s contemplative patience,
urging the mind’s thirst be at one with the grass growing
among the tenacious fallen and crumbling remnants of discovery.