Nov. Dec.24

the sea slapping time/ a refuge for my weary sole/ this place of power

piercing thorns and brambles/ a wild haptic experience/ steep mountain goatland

in a minoan maze/ we wander from rock to rock/ to find the logic line

junk yard fruit orchards/ oranges and rusting dead cars/ like eden gone mad

our dream to be free/ to roam untrodden ground/ rock don quixotes

just like children/ on an adventure playground/ stone free exploring

we leave no traces/ give no clues or publicise/ it’s no name routes

drifting with the thermic/ emperors of endless sky/ my vulture friends

slow, steady pace/ rusty, bumps and dents, friendly/ a cretan pick up

the acid smell of/ sweat and thyme in ragged jeans/scented memories

razor rock hand holds/ gale force winds slapping your face/ break dance not climbing

the beat of waves/combing barren beaches/ it’s the rhythm of life