Symbol of Peace

December 11, 2012

Galini view 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Olive-picking this autumn;
Thrashing and stroking the slippery green and black
Chocolate-purple fruits
From branch to ground,
Over and over and over.
I stand with my branch in hand
Knocking against the ancient tree
To bring each hair-on-my-head olive
Plopping down onto an oily canvas on the ground.
And the knocking reverberates
Through my very own bones,
Bones which have bowed low and run away
Into this open landscape…
And I find myself here,
As the clouds, like huge feathers
Go winging through the skin of sky
Rolling out the war of gods,
With an olive branch in my hand
Longing for peace