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.