The green serenity of the mountain-side
joins with the liquid vastness.
A yellow sandy belt
embrasses the blue wrinkles,
a perpetual motion by the gentle stroke
of the wind.
The absence of the white bird, present,
on the golden cast;
marks like rays
in curved and linear seekings.
A fleeting presence, as the wave
erases the sandy lace.
Time, a wave, vanishes
the human fleeting steps.
Durt, water, the wind,
incorruptible observers of the temporary.
Translated in English by Anna Greka.
Niki Pontika is a teacher of Modern Greek, who lives and works in Thessaloniki, Greece. Anna Greka is a junior at Harvard University and a former student of Niki Pontika.