Pilgrimage
I went to my family’s home
a pilgrimage
to the place I once existed
a baby
in the arms of the saintly mother
I found four walls defining
the length and width
of the small space
in the embrace of the infinite
my first cry I discovered
between two rocks to the west
where the wind incised
unerasable marks and
in the vague darkness of the corner
where my crib sat
and I spoke
time is tough
in the embrace of timelessness
I went to my family’s home
a pilgrimage
to the space where I took
my first steps
a baby
the lone window to the north
tightly shut
the lone door leaned to the east
as if wishing to open towards
the path I was meant to follow
and I spoke
Oh god, so simple is the world
so simple is life
Oh god, clearly defined
is my path to greatness
Manolis Aligizakis 