First Day

POETRY

It was the first day of the growing of the sun.

Words by & illustration by Monica Perez Vega


Suddenly I was gripped by the fear of the end of the journey

and the new beginning.

The ship was arriving.

We were being left alone without the past.

 

 

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I heard a ring of silence.

I was being summoned by magical, festive people,

tall, of refined bearing and faces.

That day I was about to send your present time to you.

 

 

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The day your life was about to change, and to change mine too,

the air was full of gray light,

fear and sureness of my own worth were mixing in me.  

It was the first day of the growing of the sun.

Winter was penetrated by a germ.

Margarita is a human rights lawyer by profession. Her interests include animals and their rights, social justice, feminism, Greece, nature, the seas. She divides her time between Sofia and the Aegean islands. Some of her work: