Thursday, July 12, 2012

Immigration




(Zafiria Kostopoulou 2012)



Immigration

The road is shaking and rippling - I'm afraid
Same old well-known itineraries
I gather pieces to glue - I'm sorry
And? These ones, fallen in front of me?
Mine?

Anything lost I seek and I give you - I'm afraid
At last authentic coins in my pocket
The stitches are being cut slowly - I'm sorry
And? This truth which flickers in front of me?
Mine?

The wind grabs me and puts me down - I'm afraid
The only thing holding me: your hand
You are here beside me now - I remember
And? These thorns scattered all around us?
Mine!




Z.K.


(written in 2000)