The covered market not busy yet not busy ever. The shops that are closed today and tomorrow. Outside, a jam stretching the meaning of existence. Distance - or the day shall not pass. Distance - or who otherwise breathes? The skyline crisp and clear but for the planes passing above our heads. Look, I can touch this or maybe that one. Look now, what happens with the clouds? I catch one and feels like a breath. Look - what happens after that? October 2023, Thessaloniki.
Poems, short stories and research diaries by Dr. Eleni Kotsira #poeticmovementsblog