Olives here taste of rooted earth,
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
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.