Monday, March 17, 2014


On this island, even gray is green.

Clouds, thus abandoned,

falls, streams,

wheel, veil, iron,


Now, you come a long way,
your lean mast solemn

as a crucifix.

Girls meet you at the shore,
their great green woods burning.

And what do you bring?


as green as the green graves
they wore long before the advent
of your blue, blue world.


Jan said...

This is so wonderful, William! Whenever I visit here, I always leave sated with your wonderful nourishing words and thoughts~

William Michaelian said...

Green as they are, Jan, maybe they’ll ripen one day. Thank you....