Know
The water, wine, and incense,
The sound of stone upon the slope
The seafoam where
The marble column’s shadow bathes.
Know
The leaves of that wild olive
Touched by Eurus*,
The deep and bitter taste,
The black and thirsty root.
Carry
The world upon your shoulder,
In pain the wounds will heal.
And leave
A shallow imprint
When you kneel
To see your face upon the sea.