Lykabettus stairs

Stairs cast in magical light,

The dog waiting there

While the shadow seems to peer

Who may descend besides Nothingness

As if Duchamp’s naked beauty

Had vanished in the Athenian maze

No more to be seen once she left

The dream at the top of the stairs

Wondering if Vermeer’s blue

Would make her return one day

To the Lycabettus hill in search

Of her own self having gone astray

In some other light and glare

Of a man becoming a woman

To outpace her destiny

Fixated at the bottom of the stairs

And still waiting in the Phileon café

In expectation of the book

To have been completely read

So that life could begin again

By climbing up to greet the sky

Finally coming down to words

Saying nothing more, nothing less

Then desire for love on this very day

Is needed foremost and not alone.

Hatto Fischer