Our closest neighbour
is soaked in seawater again
The local mope and his housebound wench
the waves light them up like a henge
a second a stroke – my instructors motto
when improving front-crawl technique
I’d practice three times every week.
The water from the window kiss
Euphoric music in the bay
One hour by boat, no road riviera,
from white sheets, to blue waves,
No streams nor brooks
Just endless ocean deeper than mountains inverted;
scramble the defences to see the sea turtles in person;
be the boys who dive for pearls,
ten minutes underwater.
he leaves ripples as gifts
in the same way we leave the shore
and everything with it,
for the mysteries of the deep.
The moon unfolds at dusk
she harnesses the beach
and spreads thinly across the bay
and showers us with love.
Out in the open,
completely safe from harm
it’s hard to explain,
exactly what we come here for,
to the centre of the Aegean Sea
to float at night and speculate.
Say what you see
Explain how you feel,
YOU ARE ENOUGH.