Lines Written in Trieste, 1992

"we ourselves intensify that resistance which the "obvious" has
to every demand made by that which is questionable"  -- heidegger

photo thanks to john elmanahi, great friend of life's ways

a poem facing all four winds at once, these whirlings

speaking through the wood of Miramare with tingled tongues

with doves & pigeons & rocks the language melted

trees hooting in the bachelor's cave-pad

winding thought's string out from the fisherman's reel

into the labyrinth of the spikily-ceiled tunnels

or tying thoughts string to a sinking stone

winding around a sore-thumb stuck out on the ledge

Adriatic life-line blue infinite turquoise

green shallows clear white flat sea bottom

rocks stare up from swooped by ivory

winged gulls if not terns whose pinion-tips

dip into the surface slicing small trails

in the mild undulation of watery (crossed out)

sea moss blue-black urchin world

& greener moss & brown yellow-trimmed

umber cliffs jagged up to the blinding white castle

timeless clash of red burnt maple leaf against

whittle down rocks of the sea, buoys, etc

white smooth of the castle blinding white

with the kelpy hanging residue & otherness junks

it's a sandwich they eat, notebook laid

carelessly on the balustrade edge over-looking

already written about stuffs above here, look!

read again to this point, don't give up

no end to the wind is in sight

and widely spead about it's invisibility

the sensing body somewhere robed in uncertain flesh

gently ripples broken on the edge

of consciousness whetted (wedded)

with the aqua pura, chiara, pale skies

on which the sea cloud bears the sun

turn and find behind Palazzo Hotel Adriatico

the bronze god his or her hand uplifted always

some sadhu in green patina but the blazing god

hands drawn in the white-heat drawn into his bosom

lost child lost mother there all blossoms

and a prism planted in the solar plexus

while in the parking lot a laughing father

plays at dumping the laughing son

into the trash bin while silent gulchs in whom

the trees bend waving and all about seems happy

flutter doves again, the armillary sphere,

Our Lady of Adrenal Metempsychosis

wind and water woven throughout