AFTER THE FIRE
When morning came a great silence was left among
the smoky ruins.
The firefighters who battled the fire during the night
were tired and asleep in their sweet submission and
some with a smile of a vague and futile battle.
Only he alone, was not asleep. He even avoided sleep
without knowing whether he was the victor or the defeated,
guessing only vaguely that perhaps, indeed perhaps,
the only victory was his decision to understand which.
Manolis 