And I
a little olive tree
windswept by the world's bitterness
Sometimes I’ am just a
drunken
from the sun
night flower
until I withered under the cruel winter
other times I’m just a little wooden boat
with no passengers
just a lonely paddle kissed by the untamed sea
mostly I’ m an uninhabited planet
full of sand hills crying out for rivers
That little girl kneeling in
front of the dying gods
asks for nothing
sadly when the tired lids slowly opens
I’m just an ordinary woman
with ashes on my shoulders
like
a white swan with broken pearl
and dead eyes
a fairy tale
not
Maria Rodopoulou
