Earth and Sky

Some days the real is transposed

Zeus cloud herder possessed by nature

Lost horizons, a single notion

Sky cult meets chthonic rhythms upriver

Diana Milia, 2021

Nature

I have no words

to say you inspired

You are the first and the last, and

all words in between

You that wrote me into this world

Diana Milia, 2021

Stones in the River

The new world has become the old world

If I were a wealthy divorcee

or a wealthy widow

I would live in Lake Oswego

with a view of Mt. Hood from the window

and a piano by the window

A piano I wouldn’t play

No, I would walk down to the river

I would kneel and ruffle every dog’s fur, but

Instead of joining the legion of elegant women

Walking elegant dogs

I would be an elegant woman with a backpack

and a book of poems

Joining the river