Watchers
To her right, an arm points
east under slate
cloud in sky lobe, a wish
murmured thought
off-balancing two stone
goddesses talking of love
and passion under bear pelts
inside a frosty igloo
heated by their hearts
warmth, lichen spreads
tentacles onto face of
Inukshuk’s base, lonely
icebergs keeping watch for
lost seal, puffin, soul
Disconnected
The baby cries in the room with the fireplace.
The priest comes down the hillside.
There are more mountains further down.
Snow, clouds, sunshine, windowpanes.
The crow up high
its shadow on the ground.
Here, here
present,
absent
present,
in the general absence
and the sharp wind, on the road, flutters
a coloured picture
of the familiar soccer team.
Manolis Aligizakis 