Window
Standing on one foot
the disabled dark side of life
stuck on Earth by its extremities
hidden as if stolen
from the safe of the rich man
and this small window
graces the poor with its view
fresh watermelon that
relieves the conflagration of July
wind, wind whirl, twister
exquisite dance of sand
song over the shiver of waves
urchin in the shallow depression
of the rock and its schism
into which the crab hides
and staring at the above void
it delves into the eternal
and you, half-naked, stand
on the terrace to look at the last
passengers disembarking the ship
Manolis Aligizakis 