I feel like Panagulis

free verse

another shape of wonder. I took the picture.

I feel like Panagulis
when he solves
Fermat’s theorem
but Zacharakis
confiscated him paper and pen.

And thoughts are becoming so
thick,
in that lump of anxiety and excitation,
they are flaking
and melting
under the sun
of the absence.

I feel like that sailor
not understanding
the last step to
make a slipknot,
as if
I had grasped
the secret of life
and I cannot reveal it
because
I can’t tell.

Something inside of me,
escaping.

Something I can just live.