What if
What if you stopped staring out
from the blue window
reversed your sight path
and from the balcony
gaped at house’s innards
spied into
secret space of summer sofa
no need
to whisper for pillow
or reddish throw while loving
on the bare tiles
dawn lights a candle
in front of the saint’s lean icon
what if you with void eyes
saw green raw forms
red layered forest
and in the chiaroscuro of first light
you gazed without gazing?
Manolis Aligizakis 