…despite the heavy atmosphere
and, as everything changes, here is the fog
the ship enters the fog area
impossible to see ahead of us
curtains of fog in layers
and the first raindrops
start falling
and a sudden, wild wind starts
to ruin the sails
the boats the masts
it destroys everything on the ship
it groans around us like a beast
and the wooden ship rocks
how far the images of our homeland —
under us, the abyss opens
and darkness thickens in the horizon
as if it was possible
it thickens
darkness falls
dawn comes
curtains of rain replace the partitions of fog
the bright sun is hidden
and only the cursed wind
ravages the palm trees in the faraway islands
our ship delays
it delays a lot
when are we to arrive
to the foreign land?
The Atlantic, I repeat surrounds us
it’s a huge ocean
we are timid it is fearsome…
Manolis Aligizakis 