Thursday, January 15, 2015

Poem: On Getting to Ancient Roman Ruins in Germania

Sits back, off the main track:
slim brown sign points the way...
or follow orange squares, either way...
huff, puff, up the hill, a ways...
a ways, further still, nearly there.

Don't slip on the ice and snow: 
stay to the edge, walk up the road...
or follow the sidewalk, another road...
huff, puff, up the hill, O' road... 
O' road, further still, nearly there. 

On the hill, finally, Roman ruins:
before me memories, rock outlines...
or long standing, little stone room lines...
huff, puff, up goes the smoke lines...
smoke lines, further 'til, no roof here. 

Which room, Roman cooking:
guess a lot while German reading...
or follow intuition water treading...
huff, puff, abwasser downhill leading...
hill leading, further 'til, no pipe here.

Down we go, a Roman path:
trodden snow, evidence still in use...
or follow creek's babbling as an excuse....
huff, puff, downhill, O' ice a truce...
ice a truce, further hill, let slip no fear.