Vincent KATZ

back to milk four home


 

AKRAGAS
 



Coming into town
new place
up on the heights
in morning
look out to sea
but the people
are here

are full of life
and buildings
set into rock
maintain their style
so that in sleep
you occur
in dream
to their beliefs
out to the sea








campi flegrei




back
                  in the burning

                            fields

          poetry
                              is written













May



I have been here a long, long time
    more than two thousand years

I am finally living here

we are living

I do not need to go anywhere

tomorrow or the next day

I am embedded in this life:

the trees, the smells of nature
    at nights

the birds, the insects

the changes in the sky

the barrier-smashing blue

the hints at pink and
    deafening golds

and purple at dusk

days on which the mountains
    suddenly appear

ringing our existence
    with the certitude
       of psalm

I have been here
    a long, long time

more than two thousand years






 


ocean
 



a curve to a point
in rocks
glitters in patterns
on water
island low strips
across

one side distant hump
shifting blues
the other opens ahead
in flickers

to where you want
to go












the day




i.


i'm enjoying this
                                 season
        savor
                              morning
bird
                  swoop
                                          slowly

day gets off its back





ii.


the day does
                           nothing
to mark its
                           presence

                                    no
                   measure
                                    no
                                          heightening
                     shadow
                                     of
                                         tree
                                      on
                           tree