Dr. Nick Trakakis / Poems
Below are a couple of poems from Silent Transfigurations., a book of personal reflections and poetry by Dr. Nick Trakakis ....
Nobody looks for us anymore
So we have become spies
So that we may start looking
With our private eyes
For a sun behind the clouds
In the midst of summer
Wearing our hats and heavy overcoats
Looking for any signs
As to where our wasted love
Has disappeared to
We become a law unto ourselves
Concealing evidence
Lying to authorities
Breaking into homes
Not washing our cars
Not washing our clothes
Not working from 9 to 5
“No thanks:
I’d rather eat glass.”
Our tools we sharpen
Our lenses we polish
As we set out
To slowly take down
All illusions.
For Andrew, with gratitude
It seems
the Spirit has chosen to
whisper its deepest secrets
into your ear
for only a soul as mysterious as yours
only hands as supple as yours
only a mind as discerning as yours
only a heart as broken and whole as yours
could create
such luminous reflections, or are they reminders
of the face of the Other
floating signifiers
of traces of the Invisible.
Nobody looks for us anymore
So we have become spies
So that we may start looking
With our private eyes
For a sun behind the clouds
In the midst of summer
Wearing our hats and heavy overcoats
Looking for any signs
As to where our wasted love
Has disappeared to
We become a law unto ourselves
Concealing evidence
Lying to authorities
Breaking into homes
Not washing our cars
Not washing our clothes
Not working from 9 to 5
“No thanks:
I’d rather eat glass.”
Our tools we sharpen
Our lenses we polish
As we set out
To slowly take down
All illusions.
For Andrew, with gratitude
It seems
the Spirit has chosen to
whisper its deepest secrets
into your ear
for only a soul as mysterious as yours
only hands as supple as yours
only a mind as discerning as yours
only a heart as broken and whole as yours
could create
such luminous reflections, or are they reminders
of the face of the Other
floating signifiers
of traces of the Invisible.
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