POEM BY PAULINA PAMPOUDIS
THIRD DAY
The third day He gave names
to the winds
and the birds shivered
in the roots of their feathers
the dry soil buzzed
many first tried miracles
the infatuated grasses
danced in the plain
two small puffy clouds
touched, then separated
ascending slowly in the light
God danced on them
until He was dismembered
Manolis 