WE ALL waited along the length of the road, each with
his own story,
as if in a worn out hide. Some years ago we started
winds and memories and forever separations,
what was left? Only the star which fell with a thud
in the travellers fires and each evening,
when old women gathered and cursed
the great legends,
we, with hands under our arms, retained the valuable
lost time a little longer.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 