a sip of fading summer

Greetings from cricket songs in the Greek night. I’ve traded pounamu greenstones for the eerie emerald of rocks threaded with copper, here in the Isle of the Gods - Samothraki.

The warm sea croons to me as I take a long sip of the fading summer.

There is a lingering memory of relaxed limbs entwined in a closing circle, radiant faces, night enfolding us in its mantle.

“Make this love visible.”

this is my scribbled see-you-later lovenote as I submerge into weeks of temple. My heart feels like dawn over a calm sea.

My words crumble and scatter in these laughing wilds winds, made lizards waves bats.

My understanding retreats as the dance opens.

This wine is the sweetest that I know,

that I cannot know.

See you on the other side.