Poem by Katerina Anghelaki Rooke
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING
My legs walk
over the void
my arms embrace emptiness
and my fantasy conspires
with nothingness
what’s happening, what’s happening
and nothing goes ahead?
The haze refuses to become cloud
the moist to become rain
the winter sunrise delays
the reserved melancholy
won’t turn into distress
and the unnamed nightmare
hesitates to mature into a certain fear of death
however here’s a gleaming shadow
I have postponed the coming
of my last day
Manolis 