Words

Words my dive on paper

and leak the seas

continuously,

yet they may escape attention

and smile indifferently to essence.

Words are proof enough

there is no essence to things,

just a liquid coming and going

of impressions and feelings.

Words, Virginia Woolf said,

“are the wildest, freest,

most irresponsible, most unteachable of all things”.

And as such they dissolve

little vanities in the air,

they consume wishes

and stand straight again.

Words are,

more or less,

like dance.

They may be documented

but are performed only once,

because “they like us to think,

and they like us to feel”,

“to pause; to become unconscious”,

to move in disagreement

and collapse gracefully.

Words are vacant

more often than not

awaiting for something

and afterwards escaping it.

May 2018,

Samothraki.

Photograph: horizon in Samothraki, 25 May 2018.