II
An embarrassed cloud hovers
between the horizon’s arms
which forsake the colourful rainbows
and the frost of a shiver when
the young poet enters with his
avalanche of bluish creativity
attending to the dandelion’s flexing
with arms widely stretched
to the crystal stars and beyond
the young poet now enters with words
written on stone with words engraved
on paper; wisdom in the process of learning
the unconditioned young poet now enters
mesmerized by the chamomile’s yellow tear
dazzled by the chickadee’s melody
giving all his sunlit presents as always
compassion and emotions heightened
in the arms of love for the infinitesimal
for every preceding form, the poet
now enters while metal birds filled
with sulfur and brimstone like
furies from a bygone era attack
and destroy the highest ziggurats.
Manolis Aligizakis 