The wanderer’s excitement will
Only start when his arrival at
The starting point to the famous
Heath at Perchtoldsdorf
Has finally verified before his
The heath’s undulated landscape
Is of a special anachronism to
The artist’s intuitive perception:
The dry grass and the tiny flowers
With intensive colours of yellow
White and red
Against a clear blue sky –
It’s like a see-through top of Ana’s
Against the grey suburban Athens.
On top of the heath near the woods
The feeling of joy like her kiss.
And behind you not the pebbled
Agglomeration of Athens
Bleached out by a relentless sun
But the sharp contrasted masses
Of communal living blocks
With high rise towers
Like fingers reaching for the skies.
The expansion of a hungry city
For more buildings
Concrete eating up more land
Pushing natural surroundings
Back again and again.
Adjacent a closure with a wire fence
Keeps the groups of sheep close
Their bleating kept to murmurs
Their animal smells blend into
The brooding heath’s afternoon
Where some folk dilly-dally along.
A young woman lies supine
Her legs angled and opened-up
Toward the sun’s daydreaming.
The city’s like a painted backdrop
In total silence
Before one descends again along
Toward the tram’s end station.
The colourful backdrop
The heath and the sheep transform
To asphalt and people
The smell of diesel fumes
Which blend into the cityscape.
I buy some beers at Spar
Before I commence to the 60-bim.