Erotic Fecundity
In the harbours of the world
with each sailing
the eternal man on deck
simultaneously a baby and an old man
doesn’t know which route to choose
defenceless heart in the crypts
of seasons
on the dock, unfamiliar faces pass
on invisible rails
the shadow of the happy child
at the far end of the quay an imaginary figure
who I embraced eons ago
postponed encounter of souls
imprisoned in differing destinies.
Why am I here and not somewhere else?
Have I existed?
Do I exist?
Am I one of my concepts
sprung out of a dream?
Wind the first word God uttered
wind the birth and death
wind the wisdom
the unexpected signal of erotic fecundity
on the first day of creation.
Manolis Aligizakis 