
XIII
Hydra
Dolphins, banners and cannon shots.
The sea once so bitter for your soul
carried the many-coloured and glittering ships
it swayed, rolled and pitched them, totally blue with white wings
once so bitter for your soul
now full of colours in the sun.
White sails and sunlight and the wet oars
struck the stilled waters with a rhythm of drums.
Your eyes, gazing, would be beautiful
your arms, extending, would shine
your lips, would be alive, as they used to be
before such miracle;
you searched for it
what did you search for in front of the ashes
or in the rain, in the fog, in the wind
even when the lights were dimmed
and the city was sinking and from the stone pavement
the Nazarene showed you his heart
what did you search for? Why don’t you come?
What did you search for?