Poetic Movements

That night it rained but the rain made no sound it swayed from sky to earth effortlessly lighter than a breeze. The whisper in the atmosphere ceased as if taught by the rain's doings; You were still holding your breath holding your feelings when the rain stopped and we paused observing the quietness. Nov. 2022, Athens Photograph: rain on Chelsea Bridge, London; 23 Oct. 2022

Home was far it was with the earlier memories and moments long gone; home was the scents and smells now vaguely traced in the atmosphere it was the tastes and touches of the skin survived by the flesh underneath; home was to be basking in the sun with eyes casually closed it was the trust of letting go and letting fall; home was the empty bars post-midnight populated by the smoke of cheap cigars talks and words momentarily tangible, then immaterial; home became a place in-between space just enough and no more. 4 Nov. 2022, Athens Photograph: Kyoto Garden, London; 23 October 2022.