Titos Patrikios – Selected Poems



I too walked in the forests once

more hunted than a hunter

many a time I nested under a blanket

thrown on bulrush branches, other times,

being lucky, I snuggled under a tent, away

from the rain, though I never saw

a deer close up, as people who imagine

such things say, I only faced momentarily

the shining eyes of a fox, I listened to

the fast passing of the porcupine. Deer,

as most others, I’ve only seen behind

the iron cages of the National Park.