Katerina Katsiri



Once I could fly, celebrating my return from the sea

My wife wouldn’t let me in, standing there in the yard

I stretched out my arm like a large phoenix bird and

Flew high above the roofs in the close where I lived

And could see I didn’t belong and could clearly see

That I didn’t belong amongst tax inspectors, office

Managers and police sergeants.

My arms got tired, I landed on the roof of my house

Where I tired fell asleep, when I awoke a fireman was

There insisted on helping me down and days later,

When found guilty of disturbing the peace, the magistrate

Asked me how I got up onto the roof. I flew…sir

And there was talk of psychiatric valuation, but luckily

My ship came in and off I sailed never to return.


                                            Jan Oskar Hansen