floats by gently, but aimlessly
as we make way towards
our Greek destination at the
end of the Med cul-du-sac
ignoring the Suez passage;
steady windy breeze is
removed from touching the
unaccustomed bodies while
we read or gaze out at the
clearly marked but cloudy
horizon indicating the end
of the world as we know it;
peering out through unwashed,
sea salt stained, tinted windows,
we are mesmerized by the
passage of time in front of us
moving each image we see
out there to some place as
serene and empty as here.
21May15
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