Your wild eyes I picture them devouring the landscape as if the landscape was made to be by your needs consumed. Your wild eyes rest at night whereas mine check the lights, and the clouds, and the stars if they are in place or if by some monstrous doing they have now moved. The view this view the landscape bring peace to my mind my senses except for the eyes that keep looking even when closed and abandoned under the sun. When is quiet and when the winds stop when all the scents in the atmosphere are of the water the water that has poured and the water to come then all that is to see from this room with a view is the lighthouse the firm end of the land the piercing light in the dark longing to be discovered. March 2024, Syros.
Poems, short stories and research diaries by Dr. Eleni Kotsira #poeticmovementsblog