Roaming
As if blind, we roamed the land for endless days and long nights
we seek a sign for our meaningful penitence. We commenced
The new Exodus under the loneliness of the lit sky, absent
ancient lights, for years we followed blind men or the half
blind, those others who thought they knew it all. The blistering
heat ravaged our limbs and pasted upon our cracked lips its
fatigued emotional touch as our leader’s staff bent with sadness
upon seeing our desperation. We opened a new page, battle
of man against animal-man, women against goddesses,
virginity sacrificed in the first night of lust, we wrote short
pages and meaningful stigmata in our history, exclamation
points at the sight of the bird’s flight, full stop at the watering
hole where our bodies shed their salt and our cracked lips
regained their elasticity.
And this was our second month of pregnancy and this litany
was our second miracle.
Manolis Aligizakis 