Twenty-Fourth Hour
My words ripple in the air meshing
untangling a spider’s web
you fall into as though in
emotional fervor of our
last kiss before the boat’s
departure while an alarming
uncertainty and guilt beats the
inside walls of your heart
swells with our intense crescendo
shuddering at His zeal
when such concepts as parochial
narrow-minded petty incidental
unfold their perennial
petals on the horizon
and I’m pulled down as though
in a whirlpool as smug God stands
admiring the results of insane sanity and
as His zealot starts to speak with eloquence
the stars suddenly turn into black holes
or wall of a tsunami swallowing
meaningless and important
measly and grand
old experienced Death having
been there and done that steps out
in His fine pressed suit with a
tie smartly knotted
and creates balance with His
gift of greatness to all little
insects all unimportant winds
every petite bird and minnow
who dare ask ‘do you like
what you see?’ and the oceans
plumb their wisdom peering into depths
of cathedral dungeons answering:
who cares?
Manolis Aligizakis 