Poetic Movements

  Cold shimmer – winter takes hold of your hands like an old, devious friend. Your hands are frozen, you wake up. Dreams, reflections in the subconscious twice-mirrored objects at midnight past. Nothing lasts but time. Shadow selves take over trying their luck. Hollow are the stories to be told, hollower the bodies hollower their moves hollower the looks of what is to be/come. You scream at midnight past, yet sound has died. November 2023, Athens. Photograph: moon meets Jupiter in the night sky; 1 Oct. 2023, Samothraki.

In the clear light I breathe you in. You are gone and you are here. You are carried in the leaves even when flowers die; you are carried in the years. You let me go and I drag you back in the moments of the years. You are gone and then I breathe then I move then I think; you are the last journey and the first one anew. We are here. 3 November 2023, Athens. Photograph: Moves of the light; Kipoi, Samothraki, Oct. 2023.