Sophister
I left it to the mercy of the wind
to the arms of sunlight
benevolent and radiant laughter
of grass blades under the pressure
of grand master begging it
to forever dance for the soul of my kin and
just inside my elder’s
tepee where the age old wisdom
gathers momentum passing words
of comfort to the ears of youngsters
not ready yet for initiation
into the deliverance of manhood
they are as they should be
my children and their dreams
will experience reality in the arms
of their first beloved woman
Manolis Aligizakis 