@ GREECE at last//August 15// Island of Spetses
All my thoughts become
a page that is wet
all those pencil notes
Eidothea's notes to her Apollo
Garia's poems to her lovers
they are pointless to be read at this moment
the past
and the past before that past
where did it go?
The water covered it
my body is finally floating
on its own
it is my body
that will keep soaking
till the bad dreams
stop bothering me
i notice my friends
and their hands
strong, playful,while
my hand is trying to grasp this moment
this moment of the chain
this moment of the friendship
that kept brining me back to shore
year after year
every time
I thought I was drowning.
For a friend
is a raging sea
that keeps us moving on
but also is the calm river
that holds us still //
My friends are the
RIVERS that I follow //
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