Vassilis Manoussakis
Anagogic

I caught you yesterday
writing a poem
about us
as if you could
in a few scattered words
capture
the moments of our years
You rushed to hide it
stuffing it
into the drawer
where you keep all your treasures
locked up
the right place, I thought
and left smiling
leaving you alone
to continue
your anagogic
occupation

Translated by the author and Valerie Coulton