Unconcluded lasting

 

A shy rain drizzles across the sea

almost involuntary

certainly insecure.

All these empty moments

their quietness

and the silent awaiting,

an unvoiced hope

that walks the earth in the morning

and fades in the depths of the moon at night,

a light that sleeps and wakes

wakes and sleeps

illuminating nothing at all.

Yes, even the light can wither

without care

without a word

or with just saying empty, muted words.

The rain drops like gold

liquid light trapped in particles

unsurfacing an awaiting permanently silenced;

an unconcluded lasting.

February 2026,

Athens.

Photograph: Corfu, January 2025.