ON STAGE
4
The sea; how did the sea get turned like this?
I stayed for many years in the mountains;
the fireflies blinded me.
Now, on this seashore I wait
for a man to come
for a driftwood, a raft.
But how can the sea fester?
A dolphin once cut it in two
as also did once
the tip of a seagull’s wing.
Yet the waves were sweet
whenever as a child I plunged in
and swam and again when I was a young man
searching for shapes in the pebbles
looking for rhythms
and the Old Sea-Man talked to me:
‘I am your homeland
perhaps I am not anybody
but I can become the one you want.’
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 