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
