Hand
Ah, the feathery touch of a hand
unable to commit to darkness
and the limping sparrow hops
and marvels at his reflection
in the shallow puddle thinking
he is the smartest airflow
just before the falcon’s claws
dive in the fluff of his feathers
ah, the diaphanous laughter of the creek
unable to commit to the ocean
and the lonely trout marvels
at his swiftness searching for a mate
against autumnal rush of water
thinking he is the smartest water lily
just before the man’s hook
sets its claw deep in his mouth
Manolis Aligizakis 