Poetic Movements

Isn’t it strange – when people go – how all the gifts you ever made suddenly return to you… For example, what should I do with this haunting canvas from Montmartre? Or with the radiant etching of Brighton’s pier? Nothing had ever felt less mine than these. June 2020, Athens.

I. Between you              & me a hurricane always lurking. II. Across the atmosphere words unspoken floating. III. And stanzas in my hands have been long dying. IV. Through the open window the broken window a room to be viewed. V. Two hands in one; VI. who’s awaiting whom tonight? VII. Numbers and verses I’ve been counting. VIII. The vase on the room’s corner fading. IX. Uneasy eyes foreground and background. X. You & me: a hurricane. June 2020, Athens. Photograph: 1 June 2020, Athens.