Vision

This house stifles me. The kitchen especially is like the depths of the sea.

The hanging coffeepots gleam like round, huge eyes of improbable fish,

the plates undulate slowly like medusas, seaweed and shells catch in my hair – later I can’t pull them loose –I can’t get back to the surface –the tray falls silently from my hands – I sink down and I see the bubbles from my breath rising, rising

and I try to divert myself watching them and I wonder what someone would say who happened to be above and saw these bubbles,

perhaps that someone was drowning or a diver exploring the depths?

And in fact more than a few times I’ve discovered there, in the depths of drowning,

coral and pearls and treasures of shipwrecked vessels...

Moonlight Sonata

Ritsos, Jannis