Treading the wild moors for miles A solitary figure gathered leeches That would soak sick bodies, purge Their blood, cleanse, and cure them. Like the leech-gatherer who refused To relinquish his quest and assert His self-reliance, I walked relentlessly Upon endless sand dunes to reach the sea. Water, abundant with iron and iodine Released my breathing and vitalized me. On the beryl-beach, I floated on the primal Waters like a swift marine animal defying Gravity. I tasted the salty sea-plasma And felt complete with earthly joy. In my spirit’s independence, I swam Towards the horizon, floating upon The oceanic billow, my body bound To the ocean’s song, each liquid atom Binding me to mankind. Like the leech Gatherer’s heather the sea tamed With my stout swimming body Became a harmony of inscape A recognition generating poetry.
The Torn Tower
Fireflies shone under the hydrangeas until, gradually, the glow-spots grew countless like the stars in the clear spotless sky and their incandescence enchanted me during my evening meal of grilled fish sprinkled with olive oil and lemon juice. Some sweet lettuce leaves were chewed by myriad leech-teeth when the waiters started to carry away the empty tray with the glass of wine and superposed plates like the fireflies on the slime-soil soaked with iodine glad to get their tips for their prospects as they passed through the iron-wrought gates leading to the open sea boundless except for a torn tower on a promontory.