Olives here taste of rooted earth,


undissolved salt…

in minute crystals.

I am as lopsided as any human,

careful with my creations but learning

as often as the sun is rising-


What is golden to my eye may appear blue

to you.

Isn’t that what keeps a day

and a long-stretching night ripe

with intrigue and a mineral calm?

The Aegean waits for my skin

to touch it again.

Fruiting trees observe

with time’s ease and abundance.

My own sorrows are meaningless

in sight of Beauty,

they are salt

added to the Sea.