Euroclydon*
We travel on a Roman galley
convicts and merchants and legionaries
the island of Pasiphae to our right and
straight ahead toward the sundown the eternal city
each of us with a bag of belongings
we carry a gift for our fiancée
hope and concern and overused hulls
silk and wedding gold for the marketplace
half way quite unexpectedly the tempest started
the typhoid wind from the Numibia sands
we tossed all our belongings into the sea
we wished just to be saved
but Euroclydon the great river with its opposite currents
isn’t appeased by supplications and cries
luckily we had amongst us one who by chance
made sure we remembered of the bread
Euroclydon – Northeastern wind
Manolis Aligizakis 