Lighthouse Keeper
Quite often I imagine the passengers’ hands lighted
by my lamp as if they were turned golden from
the breath of a distant friendship. I also imagine, when
they jump onto the quay and their relatives greet them,
that some of them squeeze my hands; and more so, that
the small locks of their suitcases have retained the light
of this lighthouse like small icons, beautiful and well
kept because of my care and vigil.
There’s always a way for us to give something and
perhaps we might identify with what we give: there
will always be a colour that will blend in our glance
each morning. This is what I wanted to emphasize
and sign like a letter without any date and with no
recipient.
Now, I’ll better keep quiet and light our lamp.
Wait for me. Two minutes. I won’t be long.
Wait.
Manolis Aligizakis 