SHAPE OF ABSENCE XVII
From time to time a strange deep serenity spreads in the rooms
as if the big shining anchor was raised from the sea floor
and the borders of the here and there remain unguarded.
Then, you haven’t left and we only walk over the borderline
and without turning to look we feel the rested steps
behind us
while the immense naked seashore extends in front of us
and a thousand small crosses have been incised
in the wet sand, crosses made by seabirds
that walked over here and without flying they passed
to the other side.
Manolis Aligizakis 