POETRY
harpooner's stroll
by Chris Voidis
calm, the harpooner strolls the line
where sea quenches and earth drinks
in reverie, he scouts ahead
with schools of squid and jellyfish
a shallow breath, this day's waves
a teasing cool before mid morning
it pleases him, their tossing, turning
lightly yearning blithe diversion
but time for them to settle now
to smooth their sister flesh and sink
into the day's longest hours
on he strolls, and fancies
the voyeuring eyes sea harbors
octopeyes, unmoving, peering from her bed folds
she'll be tired and not mind
nor feel the harpoon's whistle
mute through her quiescent flesh
he's come to rocks
and whirling pools
time for his ablutions
the donning of the ritual mask
and loss of human feeling
Born in Toronto, Canada, Chris Voidis was raised between that modern city and a small Greek village. He studied philosophy and political science at York University in Toronto. After working for a few years as a computer programmer he moved back to Greece where he traveled around the country as an English Language Teaching Book Consultant. He's now settled in a coastal town on the Mediterranean, keeping bees, making fine jewelry and writing poetry, fiction and articles.