Meadow
First day at the verdant meadow euphoria
of fragrance among Hellenic wild flowers
laurel branches and self centered narcissus
when I grabbed
double colored poplar leaves
meant to dress my nakedness before
the serpent was to come and
I the primeval martyr
stood under the light and named
my cosmos as
I perceived it: virginal and with
a baby rattle in my cradle
to shake and to move from right
to left between two extremes where
the meaning of my life was wedged
when I the infant boy in swaddles
heard one command
as paradisiacal as I had ever
dreamed: stand up, my pride, and create
Manolis 