last samples of sunset

a propos nothing, an unsuspecting someone
sends me a picture of
jungle-proud, sun-baked
mountain. 

i reciprocate with
the apple of our eye,
serenely snow-flecked.

i have a fleeting thought of the maori way,
that gorgeously claim their landmarks
like the tit that fed them there,
introducing themselves through the ecosystem of
“my mother”,
“my mountain”.

oh no, i would not dare
to fling such familiarity your way.
it goes without saying
that you are not mine,
though great moon,
we also both know
that i 
am inescapably yours.

my sucker-punched gut sucks reluctant air
watching your veil of white and
yes
i’m leaving.

i listen to the gurgle of your temporary streams that excite me so
the eternal goat bells
the playful, tearing claws of the wind
the rooftiles streaming water all night.

already i am 
breathing a little different,
bottling up
your smell of seasalt
and moist cold moss,
rubbing my eyeballs into the open bellies of your haunting plane trees,
your haunches draped in clouds,
crumbling hills of rock and silver leaves

i will the present to dilate,
filling my wide open arms
with samples of sunsets
rain-pummeled daffodils 
and armies of startled baby sheep,
unbearably fluffy
even the dead ones i visit week after week.

this is new.

i ache with missing you
and i haven’t even left yet. 

#samothraki #feggari