Talking to my Shadow
What is this shadow outside the window
the glance of time, the exiled messenger
vanishes in the flash of a lightning bolt
and unexpectedly returns
a threat or a promise
filled with old melodies, torn-off calendar pages
strange paths, unfamiliar destinations
over which echo of flowing cataracts
distancing footsteps of migratory gods
it stares through me beyond the moon
I won’t stay for too long, it says to me,
neither you
we are guards of a secret
that goes by daily
we have too much to learn even while on the road.
Manolis Aligizakis 