I am envious that the greeks could be so much more precise
When talking about love
Eros, agape, philia, pragma, ludus, philautia
How did I not know that 'play' is a form of love?
And so is 'value'
Eros sits by my side and demands attention although
He cannot see me
I fix the blue in my son's eyes
They draw me in like the unsettled ocean in Tarkovsky's film
Temple pressed against the hard bone of his skull
Love -
Although he cannot see the detours I am taking
He seems to trust me across many spaces
And he begins to look more and more like a boy I once knew
Debate team articulated
Skillful, graceful, still
There is a carnival in the city of monks and scientists
Why not step into a dream?
Simulated stars
Trails of light
guide me to The Camera
camera means room
its round shape is a longing for the columnated womb of the Pantheon
these cobbled streets remind me of Hermanstadt
Instinct leads the way
Extravagant light paintings on vast canvases of stone
At the gate I stop to stare at stars
And trace the music to its source
Into the temple
I am an unexpected guest at this carnival
But someone gives me a pass
To Gallery 14
Where people with beautiful minds
Unperturbed by the ostentatious sensuality
of the Greek statues
tell stories about Venice and Nasa and
I look on at the Romanian lecturer
And wonder if she feels at home here.
Would she resent me addressing her in our own language?
Would she feel exposed?
I feel proud of both of us
To have travelled a longer way than anyone else here would realise
to have followed dreams that could barely be dreamed
