This is a place to be to be, this is a place to be

This is a place to be to be, this is a place to be

Skopelos and Virgin

-by Skorda

Swallow that campari moon

when first you see it
across the water,
rising round and new above the mountain.
Open your mouth and swallow
while youth holds its roundness near,
and you are running fearless in the dark.
Hold it inside, it is still warm
and you will need its light,
there, inside you.

Down the road of time, somewhere
after you’ve aged, traveled,
Explored, discovered.
And the dust around your doorway
has been pounded hard and smooth under your feet.
When you find yourself growing weary and bored,
when your eyes see only ruins,
and your heart is empty.
You may believe, in your exhaustion,
that this is truth, at last.
That the mystery has unraveled,
leaving no wilderness to explore or tame.
All secrets have been shared,
the frontier has dissolved.
Know then, with these thoughts,
you have been swallowed.

The warm belly of the beast
comforts with confining darkness
and lulls with rhythmic sounds
Murmuring to you,
Curl up and sleep,
just go to sleep.

Shake your head,
stretch your legs,
do not sleep now.

Remember what you know.
You swallowed the moon,
you hold it inside you.
Not as a magpie hoarding shiny things,
or wearing the moon for beauty
or bartering the moon for wealth.
You swallowed the moon for this moment.
When you will walk to the water’s edge,
open your mouth, release the moon
and let its light build you a pathway
across the wine dark sea.
©Skorda 2008

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

arete's courtyard



Here are some of the things we see:
Yarn that Arete has spun by hand to be knitted into warm socks for winter. The large blue barrel that will collect precious rainwater (tap water is far to salty to drink or water plants and spring water must be carried infrom the central spring). Pots of basil scent the air and are used for seasoning. The ancient looking ceramic pot on the wall was one found by Arete's son Yiorgo, a fisherman and free diver. It isn't as old as it looks. He has found many interesting things deep in the Aegean. The wisteria bloom heavily in late spring and continue blooming all summer long. Beautiful, but Arete cpmplains about the flowers that drop and the large "boubounia", the bumblebees that buzz around the flowers. The geraniums do not usually die in the winter, despite the cold weather and occasional snow.
The white wall is back of the outdoor bathroom, the only one in the house, which means that in the dark of night or in winter she must go down the steps from house to courtyard and to "the place". It is becoming more difficult for her to manage.
And here is Arete:


Arete lives in Taki's family house. It was built at the beginning of the twentieth century and looks much the same as it must have in those days. In fact, a Greek television station filmed a commercial in it, because it was so perfectly representative of a particular era in the island's history. Arete and her daughter Melpo are weavers. They have their looms in the lower part of the house that opens onto the narrow alley. Arete does not weave anymore, but Melpo continues to produce gorgeous handwoven rugs.
Every morning Taki and I have coffee with Arete.

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