Slicing into Kastraki. Water turned crystal,
unrippling. The inevitable exhale.
Waves outstretched, pausing--
a whirr in descent; bubbles.
Dancing with Lilies. Softness jettisoned
on stone; petalled aroma drifting
towards the same gauzy boulevard.
Sweetness lingers on the breath of Autumn.
Birdsong in Reverence. Melodies fill
a thousand apartments, splitting the
blinds, vibrating stilled space. Sunlight
streams through glass, onto fabric.
Sunset in Crete. Sky weaves a
crowned halo of colours, sinking into
the blushing sea. Mountains dripping
of Time, descending into shadow.
Whispering Ruins of Athena. City bowing
before Odysseus. It’s prosaic
redemption. Yellowed voices drift past
marbled columns—here, alive.