The Videos on The Screen, The Yard at Evening

Something about Cavafy, and Voyager in the clean room

in the year of my birth; the Grand Tour,

and an Alexandria lost, as Alexandria is always lost,

the light is fading, my coffee in the paper cup

grows cold, I hear the Greek words

I can't decipher, being no Ventris fated

for that most Greek of fates, struck

down at moment of triumph, the gods

true to their form, and in the interstellar space,

cameras frozen, the travellers you often asked

me about, my father, my father... You,

who flickering sit on the porch, so

thoughtful, on this summer evening six

months after your death, in the fading

light, fading... A signal through

time and space, flickering...

26.07.2017