Visit of a Thought
I’ve been trying to sleep
for the last three hours.
August heat
sweat of the mind and thoughts,
all around, like mosquitos,
poke it.
What has happened to me?
They rarely come during the day
now I surely feel happy
or to be exact:
I forbid such visits. As soon as by chance
a thought comes to my mind it soon
invites the other, for just
a little while, a short visit, you know all this,
when voila: caravans of inter-related images
charge inside of me seeking
a permanent habitation. I don’t want them.
Then sealing the borders safely, I end it.
Because I’m not American, nor can
my lands feed so many migrants.
Manolis Aligizakis 