I inhabit a dull mountain, beneath me
distant on an innate horizon
shudder their breath.
Down in the valley people are looming,
and the wind’s pale muttering correspond –
Cannot the mountain zephyr understand
Pale grasses and trees nod to the sky.
The colloquial shepherd ignores my salutation,
articulating a fine guttural monologue
He bars the pass, pointing homeward
with his forked crook.
Obeying instantly, I descend winding paths,
sulphurous mists asphyxiate my passage.
I see there is no return.
A dark abeyance –
impenetratable and silent astrides anvil skies.
my shrieking vernacular
echoes back over sullen waters.
I have crossed bridges –
dark and lecherous.
And the voice I hear is the sea,
a nebulous discord.