Poetic Movements

Subtly you whisper the leaves will give way to the flowers. Now that we cross the bridge I know I missed the gentle felling of the haar under my feet the softness of little words in my ears how these pave their path through time. Across the sea my heart escapes watching the sunset my pulse rushing faster than the train. I fall asleep and you wake me up in warmer dreams in San Francisco. Athens, January 2021.

I. The drizzle now drying on the body a memory that hasn’t been yet. II. A warmth yet unknown settling in. III. Subtle and ordinary the day begins. IV. The streets for now unseen anticipate to be stepped upon. V. The snow uncertain its coming already feels like a fire. VI. An avalanche – can it ever be populated? VII. Through the atmosphere clear as glass the light pierces all that’s surfaced. VIII. Our bodies on this surface travelling with time, ageing. IX. What are poems about if not recording the changes in the hours? January 2021, Athens. Photograph: portrait of Virginia flourishing in the winter sun; Athens, 13 Jan. 2021.   

  After the storm all that will have persisted will be a word perhaps whispered in the lull before the next storm, and the one after that and the one following … All that will have stayed will be the sense of quiet rain sounding like a lullaby feeling like a cleansing yet only an imaginary one for not all can be cleansed away. After the most violent of the storms something will still have stayed. 3 January 2021, Athens. Photo: movements of birds, Kipoi, Samothraki; 24 Sept. 2020.