We bowed our heads backwards discovering a moon ghostly and incomplete but a moon that, unlike our bodies, didn’t seem reversed. Some clock would soon strike midnight and the one moment we were bending towards gravity the other the sky was being radiant in twilight. I craved the sun and I craved the dreams I’ve been making under the sun. The twilight spread warmer, friendlier and letting go I felt my body fragment into pieces as if all it consisted of had been commanded to depart. I sensed the void of the moon and that void was momentarily the only thing tangible about me. You hushed and as you hushed you screamed and, judgements reserved, we stayed there immaterial and damaged for a while. Just before the rain came my pieces crawled back and reconstituted in a familiar shape that was no longer I. You turned and looked at me as the first drops landed on our skin but I am quite certain, you couldn’t see.
Poems, short stories and research diaries by Dr. Eleni Kotsira #poeticmovementsblog