Daily Use
Of course all these were somehow vague perhaps even inexplicable
for the ones who raise their glass emphatically over the table without
seeing who holds it until slowly the everyday use makes us mortal;
thus I always tried to look elsewhere when the doorbell rang and when
everything was quietened: where is the host? Why is he hiding?
I leaned on the table that I wouldn’t fall; then bowing my head
I opened the door and followed my path.
And at night, dinner time, in horror, I listened to them narrating
their stories that in a way silenced the dark remote outside — there
where we had lived.
Manolis Aligizakis 