We are driving along the coastal road the lights of the mainland brighter than usual across the sea and as they pass us by and I focus my attention on the road’s concrete edge sinking in the dark water, the lights across are different and they happen to belong to another mainland, one I’ve stared at before but you haven’t. Suddenly, we are not together. It’s the second half of September and I let my skin soak between the coarse salt thrown by waves getting stronger and the most perfect sun – not burning, not cooling; just warm. My eyes even when closed are pierced with light and my head falls to the side of the co-driver’s seat airy and yet so heavy with imagery. We are no longer together but you are still beside me. When the wind stops on these odd September days I realise my location its surroundings undeniably specific; the atmosphere clea r ed by the fierce gusts and now transparent like glass exposing the low hills and the extravag
Poems, short stories and research diaries by Dr. Eleni Kotsira #poeticmovementsblog