The Monastery of Aghia Triada
The woman climbing step by step
measures the rhythm of ascent,
guiding her son between giant
granite boulders and gaunt monoliths.
Above them, on a dizzy crest,
cloister walls extend the cliff
into the domain of mist
and meditative silences.
Neither could define this quest,
why they feel so comforted
by monks who offer
viscous coffee, winter oranges.
Votive candles, then descent
as evening chimes with village bells,
and tinkling of homing flocks
reminds them they are blessed.
At nightfall, snowflakes glide and spin:
above their dim screen, hovering
on unseen wings, Byzantine voices
soar beyond the eagle's nest.
Meteora
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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