Διασπορος

At last! My Self at 36 years old, has Arrived drumming His formidable knuckles  on the door panels His arms, a pair of stretched tree trunks embracing the columned marbles Red geraniums on each ear  (small nuclear Trumpets) scream smashing the window panes erupting rotted walls The floor breaks into startled applause 'Here Comes The New Savior' and everything blooms pink Walls, chairs, beds, tables grow fragrant I can't dam this new river  Jasmin-covered coffins are tossed in the street with Me in all of them.

Summer is finally here. The trees have their shadows back. Winter's depression recedes all the way to Canada, then to the Arctic Circle, leaving behind its scars on our bodies:  extra weight, an inexplicably persistent yet mild malaise, and an itch to constantly be outside.  Souvla, here I come.  I bought a 7 foot long Smoker Foukou, outfitted with thermometers and heat deflectors, extra coal chambers, the works.   You could roast a whole pig in it.  (Once a Laistrigonas, always one) Work is finished, finally.  A tough year.  No more driving 80 miles a day, teaching 47 students one by one at their house, no more talking about music for 10 hours a day---until September..... 12 weeks vacation (unpaid since it's my own business, but necessary) First 3 weeks:  I am a vegetable, a combination lettuce/eggplant. I have to shake off this laziness and immediately start composing a competent piece of music. Everything gets in the way of inspiration, the upcoming trip to the Land of the L