For two strangers

Are you a long lost friend;

someone I met again in the crowd;

the one sharing the same going of the sun;

are you what it takes to build a world;

the difference of a child’s dream;

the muse of a poet;

are you the poet;

the script of a day’s end;

the right to hope;

are you all to expect;

a goodbye left alone;

a promise never kept;

are you the journey;

or yet the destination;

the loved-ones awaiting;

are you the same again and again;

a person anew;

no one to mention;

are you a lust’s breath;

a sense’s blind force;

a touch;

are you a rose into the winter;

the snow killing the blood;

the gloves on the hands;

are you the torch for a night’s deep dark;

the moon hiding behind the clouds;

the mythical beasts;

are you the freedom;

the slavery of the care;

the giving of a smile secretly shaped;

are you the flâneur’s restless figure;

the one who goes;

or the one who stands?

The wind flapped her hair

as a gull flaps the wings

and he dared look straight ahead.

A bird was circling the sky

the sea was calmly separating the land

two strangers were staring at each other on the deck.

October 2015,

Samothraki.

*Photo: From Samothraki to Alexandroupolis, August 17, 2012.