from Nostos Algos
Katabasis
I was hiding when you found me—
one eye on the sea, one hand over my heart
the others tied to the fabric of living,
performing everyday things.
And you are there, sad smile, Atlas-shouldered,
berry juice staining the creases in your palms,
dawn mist idle in your hair, like a memory of living.
Oh soft sinner, let your shoulder collide with mine
at the evening’s meal, and let you find me
there between the cheeses and the raw sliced tomatoes
the most appetizing thing at the table.
What a delightful madness, this delicate descent
into these agonizing days, our sandcastles of desire
devoured by the eager kisses of the waves—
two eyes searching for you along the shoreline
tethered to a desperate runaway heart,
two hands gathering impossibly delicate shells
from their familial homes, their intimate graves,
two tender bodies swimming in the golden light
poured generously by the beaming midsummer sun,
two fugitives from the sentence of living
standing on the dusky balcony between promise and release,
trying to translate, without bruising, the silence that feels like home.