III
The moon’s glowing silver
face smiles as two minnows,
the smallness of the world enter.
The heart’s gracious great
from the watery kingdom
all grandiose and official
as any small with power
of ephemeral duration.
Higher than the mighty whales
they feel with the waves aside them
and they relate life’s state
in their bubbly cosmos:
“The oceans’ movement
has abruptly ceased there are
no currents splashing unto
Poseidon’s palace.
Death in waiting. Psalms and
chants we shall sing
purifications
we must perform
for the orphan wavelets.”
Manolis Aligizakis 