WINTER LANDSCAPE
The grotesque full moon like a slab of ice,
motionless, standing in the middle of sea,
and a big silent reef, as exposed as my palm
with an old, sad, tragically small cane stick
and a shadow-something, that I don’t know
what I’ve lost, returns, unable to becalm
that lost trio frozen and fully lit
in a silent vigil in the night, in the cold
Manolis Aligizakis 