Shadows
Shadows procession down
the mountainside bearing
rosemary holy water
from springs
you spread on the clothesline
white linen morphing
chthonic goddesses on green
carpet, morning breeze
dancing them to flute song
beginning of Eucharist
the priest sprinkles holiness
to pious peasants while
they worry for their wheat and grapes
in the rainless days of June
Manolis Aligizakis 