Theology on Ikaria
- Theology on Ikaria
The winding way up, Kampos to Pigi.A thick stick to hack away the thorns.
Seven years. What had been hidden in earthnow rises to sing and die in the trees.
All forms are dismantled into music.Not just the body's, but the mind's husk, too.
A peach abandons its pit on the plate.From ordinary grapes: this ancient wine.From the sea to the mountain, a long time,climbing the stone path, before the roads.
Old thoughts chorus on the branches—poor things.Some new thoughts will join them there soon.I believe, for now, what I don't understand.
Someone came before me to place the stones.So much labor for nothing less than me. [End Page 358]
christopher bakken is the author of three books of poetry, most recently Eternity & Oranges. He teaches at Allegheny College and is the Director of Writing Workshops in Greece: Thessaloniki and Thasos.
