Arrival at Omonoia
By David Capps
Near sleep and in wonder, your hair sculpts
surrounding flowering darkness,
you study me as though to paint me a still life,
home and hand held out.
Enter now cicadas blue at dawn, disappearing
into trees with the lawfulness
of subjects into copulas. Enter today’s graffiti,
Omonoia’s alleys lain line after line
with the rhythm of shells opening at high tide.
We must work quickly
against the encroaching untouchable flames
that are the hours.
Michalis G. Kallimopoulos
Slowly Away From the Light (2012)
Oil on canvas, 192 x 196 cm