Double
Certainly, it wasn’t I who
jogged along the suburban
houses last night
dominance, security of
four walls, and ambience
with my unbuttoned shirt
like forgotten piety
with my heart surrounded
by the auspices
of the thick darkness
it wasn’t I running like
a dream forgetful of its origin
I wasn’t, but my double
who hid in his bag
old picture of two stars
swimming in a crystal pond
twin faces, glancing at one mirror
as you were coaching me
to hide in your arms and
release my tiredness and
I held the little master key tightly
ready to place in the hole and
open the world like a blooming rose
Manolis Aligizakis 