A Hike to the Ultimate Nowhere

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

He walks alone along the “path,” well, route

Since it is he who chooses how to make

His way among the stones as if a scout

To emptinesses lost.  His longing ache

Cannot be filled.  He knows that but he looks

To left and right.  He does not want to crush

A hyacinth or any petals.  Brooks

Are lacking here in Greece.  The rocks are lush

Here, nothing else.  He finds the temple or

What’s left of it.  A cool and cleanly breeze

Revives his chest.  What he was searching for

Is lost between the ancient olive trees.