Jordan

        Geometry rises
        out of rubble;
        The strength
        of a simple square-
        a home to how many?

        Geometry abruptly
        spills down
        a low round hill,
        recedes into erosion and air.

        Day break brings color
        to dust and rock,
        rolls each silhouette
        with reds.

        Morning goes on to gild
        this ancient land,

        carves the stones
        into embellished shapes,

        chisels details
        with daubs of pigment

        which noon bleaches out
        entirely
        until

        evening shadows
        come back to claim

        line
        & form.

                                                                       poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab