Omega
I glorified the virgin’s dancing steps
and the sweet swaying of her body’s
attraction, passion and lust
endless desire of the boys who
dreamed of caressing such beauty and
and I glorified my last garment
suitable to the anchorite I once was, lighter
than light without any decorations or
a homeland, I took my first steps
toward the bright beacon showing me a path
I glorified the nightingale’s song among
the river foliage, a song in memoriam of
the chain that held me wedged in the soil
onto which I felt the moisture, helping the growth
of my new sprouts, alive and fiery as I was,
the scoff of people had no value over me
free loner, aloof, I was climbing my hill
toward the humble shack into which
I took my first breaths, and where I played
my first childish games with my brother
the sun shone brightly over us, the sky
shone snow white over my Minoan lands
from which I have come and to which
I’ll ultimately arrive at my destined hour.
Manolis Aligizakis 