Poetic Movements

I Your lips had a familiar taste of bitter almond. II In the mirror a wheatish face only reminding of summers past. III We let go in dark waters idle. IV The salt burnt your skin & my heart. V Time repeated itself always late in the afternoon. VI The mountain deluged with light eternal. VII Fires broke out without a reason endlessly. VIII Black cats marched the lanes like a conquering army. IX We were all waiting for something or someone. X A night sky’s traffic busy with stars & airplanes. XI We danced up to the sunrise our bodies suddenly younger. XII Your memoirs were dense & secret. XIII The land still stood across remote & immobile. Summer 2022, Samothraki. Photograph: the moon rising above Saos mountain, one day before the Buck supermoon; 12 July 2022, Samothraki.

Stars kept falling from the sky and sometimes into my arms bringing down with them people's wishes hopes and fears those before kept silent now whispered word for word; but I didn't know how to treat them or what to do with them all so I kept wishing on every star falling their trajectory magnificent and bright as it was would start backwards to  take place pinning them for good shielded from oblivion to the nightsky. Yet stars kept falling downwards solely and I continued looking out and about for them. Observing the Perseid meteor shower; August 2022, Samothraki. Photograph: collage of shots at Kipoi, Samothraki.