Gabriel Griffin

Outsiders

You don't always notice them.
The thorn and tangle of years has smudged
their alien forms but under the berries
and briar, the lizards' hot flickering, a slow-worm

curled in their bulk's cool hollow, they urge
their granite stolidity, their right to be

where they've arrived. No return now to arid
slopes, mountain's sterility, wind's hard blowing.

Too ponderous to go further, the force that had
driven them spent, deposited in an alien land,

dull in the shadows of flickering trees, still
each molecule bears a memory
of feldspar, mica, quartz
and glitters when touched by the sun.

Ramona Zamfirescu

Gabriel Griffin

Intrusii

Nu-i observi intotdeauna.
Spinii si itele anilor au sters

contururile lor stranii, dar sub fructele de padure
si macese, stralucirea puternica a soparlelor, naparca

incolacita in trupul gol, isi impun
indiferenta de granit, dreptul lor de a fi

acolo unde au ajuns. Fara chip de intoarcere acum la pantele
sterpe si muntii pustiiti, la suflarea napraznica a vantului.

Mult prea greoi pentru a inainta, forta care-i
manase s-a stins, s-a depus pe un taram strain,

trista in umbra copacilor frematand in lumina, fiecare
molecula inca mai pastreaza amintire de

feldspat, de mica, de cuart
si straluceste cand este atinsa de soare.