30/30 four three

the Lighthouse

The way there
close eyes
board an Athena Air
flight to Athens
say my prayers to Zeus

Get on the metro
to the port
observing the locals
no need for a ticket

Ah, there she is
board Blue Star Ferry
get coffee
thats mostly milk &
sugar, sit on deck

When my island
opens its arms
hugs the boat in
I hand my luggage
to Jimmy whose waiting
or Kostas or Katerina

Take off my shoes
walk by shy waters
edge mostly sand
then rocky path
houses and stairs
more beach
the shrubs catch
ankles and the stone church

I feel like I am going
backwards in time
chasing sunset

At the lighthouse
I feel the powerful
spray of ocean
slapping against rock
and melt with the sun
into the horizon

under standing