I am heliocentric.
I am drama after drama.
I am lemon, honey, olive groves.
I am roadside weeds
and fresh baked bread.
I am Homer, Sappho, Socrates.
I am both thalassa
and Thanatos,
a spartan Epicurean.
Call me an oxymoron if you will.
I am winding roads,
sheer drops, wild thyme.
Goatish tenacity.
I am rembetika
and November 17.
I am the little o of omicron
the heavy aspiration of chi
the iota of hope we all need.
I am όχι.