Positive Ascent
Big clouds in the dusk, lonely and sunlit. Amid the dark blue,
the walls seemed made of an orange gleam. A small balcony
over the sea, the ropes and the masts. We delayed with the
merchants, the copped scales. The dead were lying naked in
the valley and covered by newspapers. Two small lights shivered
on the hill. You could wait again in the olive grove and listen
to the barking dog, in front of the barbed wire and the two metal
armchairs, searching the space around, with that controlled
confusion for a star or a thorn that hurts all in the same way.
Manolis Aligizakis 