No wind.
Sheerest silk, the sea.
Sky flushed soft rose
to the east.
Far beyond my days
they will come back
to measure time and change;
test the rocks that tried
young feet and hands;
taste the cold north wind;
gauge mountains
against growth of limb
and radiance of eye.
To the Aegean's deep
serenity and lucid sky,
men will return to trace
the rites of passage
of the child.
Rite for Romany and Arli
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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