The White City* Poem by Marieta Maglas

I'm in the white city.


A dense fog

Disintegrates all my hopes.

There are people dreaming

Of nonexistent worlds.

There are disoriented people

Walking on the terminal's sidewalk.

There are lights turning on and off so erratically

In this white city.

There are hidden screams in the night

Covered by the heavy rain sounds,

That rain falling continuously

And monotonously.

In this white city,

The victims

Don't understand that they are victims, yet.

There are flowers,

There are fast food kiosks,

There are botanical gardens

With beautiful exotic trees,

And there are horror movies in the theaters.

As shadows emerging from the fog

Are the last steps.

There are steps searching each other

And there are steps that are separated forever.

The rain's sounds

Vibrate the eye of the windows,

Vibrate the burial stones,

Vibrate the dreams,

Those dreams

About better days.

Apparently,

Someone screams

In the white mist of the night.

Maybe he's the victim of an aggression,

Or maybe he's someone who has lost his love.

Maybe it's just an echo...

I'm in the white city

And I'm searching for you in the darkness...