The New Phorcydes

                                     
                                     τυρὸς δ᾽ οὐ λείπει μ᾽ οὔτ᾽ ἐν θέρει οὔτ᾽ ἐν ὀπώρᾳ,
                                     ὐ χειμῶνος ἄκρω: ταρσοὶ δ᾽ ὑπεραχθέες αἰεί.*

                                                                                              Theocritus

You sit in a hall

of columns and arcades

sunlight streaming

from an open garden

to one side.

Close an eye.

You no longer sit

in a hall, now become

but a point of view.

So the world of photographs

and film and video and cell-phone

selfies:

half of you disappears

and the other half becomes Cyclops

and shares the world with others

as the Graeae share one tooth and one eye.

Aye, pass the tooth, please,

smile and blindly have at Cyclopean cheese.

E. A. Costa

E. A. Costa  September 24, 2016  Granada, Nicaragua
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N.B.:*Theocritus , Idylls. 11.36: "I never lack cheese, Summer or
Fall, and even in the dead of Winter--the  racks are always
full.")