I Listen to the Sea
I listen to the sea. Orchestra
of chords, wind instruments
under the guidance of a maestro
and further away
the echo of percussions
on the rocks.
Beautiful metaphor.
Beautiful? Despicable
when instead of the sunless
concerts of a classic boredom
I mentally move to the ceaseless
water sounds of an existent Amorgos.
Now how did I imagine a maestro
and wind instruments
that don’t even let go of a whisper
in the wind?
I listen to the sea, or rather I try.
The sea is so beautiful and true
like a lie.
Manolis Aligizakis 