Santorini


In a jar

I keep coins

From far-off places

And times past

Like a merchant

Searching for change

I rummage through

Them seeking memories

There’s this one

And that one

Then the other

Until I find

With my fingers

The only one

Which carries me

Back to Santorini

Azure blue seas

The white buildings

Cropped like terrine

Nests hugging cliffs

Of wafting salty

Humid light breezes

And the suns

Warmth on face

Of mopeds screaming

Across cobblestone bumpty-bump

And the crimson

Moustaches of deep

Dark red wine

Such a time

I now remember

So long ago

Only in Santorini