Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
This evening
when the clouds
engage
in the game
of drifting apart,
biding its time to
join together
again, while the
wintry whisper
of
the fading sky
and frozen
earth fill me with
streaks of sadness,
I think of you,
dear
you travelling,
your plane
soaring over
the clouds
your little
world with
chirping
birdlings
hovering
around…
I float my inner self
on voyage
with you, dear…
a vital part of my world
you carry…
how from up
you can see
the tiny abodes
below, where
torn between
compulsions
human life
pulsates…
how the infinite
involves
their finite lives,
but how
through
the tiny machine
in their pockets
they, the humanity
gauge time
to finish off
the daily
rat race..
seldom do
they know
they carry the
past, on the
sweeping
shores of present
in an onward
march into
infinity…
life an infinite voyage!
the wander lust
grows in
me too, dear
let me also
float in spirits
with you
devouring
the distance
between us…
Bon voyage!
©® Molly Joseph
