night clouds part
as the west winds whisper away the mist
and sunlight cleanses the sea
no idea
no idea what to say or to do
swimming for the horizon
to see what is over the edge
in parks
playing chase in parks
sitting and thinking and talking in parks
walking alone around parks
stars softly
stars softly look down
a single distant owl calls
stones wise as lovers
I awoke
I awoke, ate breakfast
wasted quite a lot of time
pretending
and suddenly
it is evening again
temperature drop
I walked from the balcony to the bedroom,
sleepwalked from the summer to midwinter;
changes became as cold as ice.
Zinzulusa
palms, bougainvillea
sun rises behind mountains
the sea a mirror
Zinzulusa 22 September 2021
looking to the sunset
looking to the sunset
soft hand on strong shoulder
waiting for the night
and then the new beginning
September Salento
clouds roll across the sun
in time with the crash of the waves
as we pick up towels and run for the car
the sky cries red-dust raindrops and we laugh
the task
Why did you set yourself the task of pushing the rock up the slope I asked.
He turned to look at me and released his grasp. The stone slid on the grass, picked up speed and sped past.
He frowned and blinked fast and set off down the hill again.
You’re not the first to ask, he said, and you won’t be the last.
