Branches
Broken branches
entwined like the dreams
you once had
free in the wind’s temper
and you managed to tie
an anchor on your ankle
and you hanged from a tree branch
as if by a thread over the void
waiting for a solution
strange stagnation that governed
your thoughts like death
before death and
you said
in the next life I’ll become a pilot
to hide high up in the clouds
Hellenic Canadian Literature 