The wave was sweet… when I was a youth,
searching for shapes in the pebbles,
the old man of the sea , Proteus, spoke to me:
I am your country; perhaps I’ m no one,
but I can be what you wish…
(Georgios Seferis- Nobel prize 1963)
I carved her name above the entry to the cave,
my chisel picked from the rock-strewn shore,
then beckoned to the girl to see the… inscribed lore!
She dived and was carried on the rise of a wave.
The word “KATI” should bear an echo of her name,
casting a swell to a foamy crest in a rainbow band,
to its final rest on a sea-soaked strip of land,
as the wind whispered ”KATI- KATI”, all the same.
She smiled at my ruse and plunged into the sea,
her hazel eyes shut tight against the water,
then was uplifted by the surge that brought her
to the fringes of that rocky nameless beach, a lee.
The cave will keep her carved name, for all to see, if…
the small Greek bay becomes a focus point, a meeting
of spirits long gone and those to come, however fleeting
to spot the letters “KATI”, etched on the craggy reef…