OCEAN’S MARCH
Love and geraniums will bloom again
in small windows by the shore
and a young Jesus will come take us by the hand
where we’ll play under the lilacs until twilight
with storks sea breezes and sun
And when evening comes we shall jump in the white caiques
and with the nets of sad biblical fishermen
we shall catch a watery moon
to lie down peacefully with it
so that it lights our sleep with silent angels
who haven’t yet learned to laugh or cry
but to only smile in the dream
of the unborn Creation
Islands with trees silent during evening vespers
where peaceful doves fall silent
there we fall silent gathering the day’s roses
while the evening shadow falls on white paper
where we incise life next to the seashore
We won’t read what we wrote
We shall raise our eyes
yearning for the galaxy’s waterfall
behind the almond tree of a white cloud
lingering above the sea
The time without hours and
repentance has arrived again
Azure echo of the light water
foggy walk of fishermen on sand
Manolis Aligizakis 