Salt is born out of the purest
of parents, the Sun and the Sea -
said Pythagoras.................
*
My love smells of the naked sea -
no cloth can mask this purity:
he'll carry it within his flesh
until he lies in earth's dim vault.
Tobacco, raki, women's breath
can leave merely a passing trace,
for deeper than the shore's warm scents
is branded brine, the taste of salt…
Our word for salt - alati,
and our word for truth - aleithia,
are as the left hand to the right;
they balance scales invisibly,
like the eyes of martyrs -
like the eyes of Saint Paraskevi -
salt and truth are our reality,
devoid of compromise…
*The word "our" in this poem refers
to the people of the Aegean island
of Kalymnos, whose values and three
millennia of recorded history and
tradition inspired this poem.
Of Salt and Truth
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2005
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