Κεφαλόδεσμος
Ἀπ᾿ τὰ μαλλιὰ ξεκινᾶ τὸ δέντρο τῆς μνήμης.
Τραβῶ τὰ κλαδιὰ
καὶ λύνω τὴ σιωπή.
Εἶναι ἁρπάγη, εἶναι λύγισμα
εἶναι σημεῖο ταυτοποίησης
εἶναι σημεῖο πένθους
εἶναι λύπες
εἶναι καὶ ρίζες.
Τὸ σῶμα γέρνει
πρὸς ἐκεῖ ποὺ κάποτε ὑπῆρχε ἡ ὀμορφιά:
κοτσίδες, πλεξοῦδες, ἀφέλειες, καρέ
ἀλογοουρὰ καὶ χαίτη, κότσος καὶ πλέξη
κόμποι καὶ μποῦκλες καὶ πιάσιμο
φιλάρισμα καὶ τοῦφες ποὺ τὶς πλέκω μὲ κορδέλα.
Ἂς μποῦν κι αὐτὰ στὸν κατάλογο
τῶν πραγμάτων ποὺ χάνονται.
Headband
Hair is where the tree of memory springs from.
I pull at the branches
and unravel the silence.
It is a grabbing, it is a bending,
it is a mark of recognition,
it is a sign of mourning,
a sign of sorrows,
it is also roots.
The body leans forward
where beauty once dwelled:
braids, plaits, fringes, bob,
ponytail and mane, bun and plaiting,
knots and curls and gatherings,
layering and strands I entwine with ribbon.
Let these too enter
the list of things lost.