What are we waiting for, gathered here in the agora?
Cavafy
A chance encounter between a young man and a girl in the street.
And there is so little time for them in this city.
They pause for a moment, in wonderment.
They look at each other, touch, smile.
Then she tells him about a small town
on the Greek shore, where gardens
have gone mad from odours and colours, and streets from light.
“I saw”, she says, “from the window of my hotel room,
two young people in the square riding on roller skates;
– obviously a couple; the noon sun burned
their faces and nicely built bodies.”