Long-listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
OR WHEN, suddenly, one turns and looks at you as if you
both came to the world for this reason; you don’t talk to
each other however his glance again wonders towards the
unanswerable from which the holy grace was painfully given
to you and other times when you mould a pitcher in your
wheel or you write a word in the sand separation already
stands between you two and we now know where the man
who gets up to leave will finally go, only that
he started before us, like the mothers who, if darkness
comes, it’s because they were so tired and fell asleep
for a while.
Manolis Aligizakis 