Amorphous
Before I entered the uterus
I was there
smoke of a fire slowly
extinguishing
wind hitting your blue window
crack of your being
a tight grip
song of the funeral procession
before I took the shape of life
before I choose my name
I was there
scent of a red rose
the bird’s first flutter
before I entered
the trap of flesh
the softest wave of the sea
I was the lone eagle
on rocky promontory
from high up watching
over you, before I was born
I was the shapeless
free companion of infinite
a simple sigh destined
to scar your lips
There I was
a joyous chime of a bell
there I was
the indeterminable
Manolis 