Miracle
During the second month of the adventure the hour
of our hunger had arrived and we decided to become
an edifice of pious men, innocent supplicants stitched
on the faded wall of ignorance when with a sudden
gleam, as in a rapture, we opened the lid of Aeolus’
bag and let all hell loose: our saints and sins scattered
to the four corners of the galaxy, dumbness and treachery
and moral bankruptcy.
Suddenly I remembered my Uncle Anthony with
his wrinkles and the unblemished smile and it were
as if another rose bloomed in my magical garden.
We evoked our unchained freedom, we broke doors,
fragments of the broken pitcher we gathered, in awe
and reverence we glued a new beginning, the first
miracle, on our faces
and it was good.
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Manolis Aligizakis 