Talking with Sakis by Cally Conan-Davies

Talking with Sakis

My aunt is no longer
in her life he said,
as if her life remained
where she had left it,
holding the air behind
the soft click
of her last breath.

As if a life, as it were, could be ever
so gently woken
to breathe for a moment
here, by the pearl-grey bridge
where the quickening gulf
stands wide open.

(Antirrio, Greece, 2013)

by Cally Conan-Davies

Editor’s Note: The careful enjambment corrals the imagery in this poem into quiet moments where the reader can reflect on all that is said directly, and all that is not.