Forest Sounds
Wind pierces the four walls of the shack
that resists annihilation in the gaping mouth
of the abyss ready to gulp it
and I place another log in the fire pit
and you lean on the carpet
anxiously waiting for the moment
of action that would commence with
hespera’s song repeating your moan
while the sounds of crackling come
around your fiery contours, caressing
and I let myself into your embrace
this, the only moment that exists
in the tired shack with the old
faded carpet and the mirror’s jealousy
Manolis Aligizakis 