11/19/2022 WAIT—NO NEED COMMENT ON THIS ONE YET—I AM GOING TO RE-DO IT ENTIRELY—I THINK I HAVE SEVERAL POEMS HERE. DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME ON IT NOW… MORE LATER… TOO MUCH HISTORY OF SCATTERED BITS..WILL FIX.

11/17/22-Tori- I am wriitng from an experience. Does it makes sense to those who weren’t there? Lots of word play and double entendre here.

Wheespers

You have now adopted “Wheespers” for the next two weeks - Greek Tour Director

A hearing device

worn like a portable radio,

made of plastic, bright orange,

batter-ied, dangling from green lanyards

around our necks.

Robin-egg-blue bud umbilicaled to our ears

plugged into our personal wheesper,

a local guide talking – just to me

(and everyone at once.)

Turn up the Whisper

above the crowd,

above the valley

on Mount Parnassus.

The Oracle of Delphi,

Pythia, priestess,

prophet of the Divine

listens for guidance.

Religion before religion,

eight centuries before Christ.

In stillness, stones

circle navel of the earth,

deity Gaea, mother earth,

worshipped in sacred sanctuary

with theatre, art, music,

a gymnasium for athletic contests.

Hush, do you hear it –

the oracle still speaking in Whispers.