ZEBRAS Poem by Titos Patríkios

Light between the adjustable wooden slats
of half-closed hotel blinds
to the left of the station square
light that fell, cut into strips
dressing us in zebra skin
two zebras struggling in the light and the darkness
with black and white stripes etched diagonally
by the headlights of cars -
a white and black dive into your body.
After so many years I sometimes see again
a zebra's black and white flutings on my skin
when I'm alone in a seaside hotel.