Goats Near DelphiIn Apollo's Temple
I thought the Oracle at Delphi
was silent. Down the mountain slope
I heard the goats, their soft calls
to each other, and their bells
murmuring like the voices
of poets on Mount Parnassus.
The goats descended the steep trail
to the Sacred Plain and the sea
beyond the Bay of Itea. I still hear
their bells, and the poets' voices,
their verse sailing out to the world.
Issue #14, March, 2000 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.