Segesta
symmetrical
alone
perfect against the brilliant sky
whispering beauty to the wind
the Temple stands
noble
majestic
reflected by the sea
Ah Segesta!
long ago I called your spirits
hiding behind Doric columns
fearful they might hear
and so awake them from ancestral sleep
tomorrow
I will climb the narrow path
upward to the mountain
calling
beckoning
not as I did once in childlike fear
bravely
quietly
I will wait for them to wake
Angela Contino Donshes
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