Turquoise sea, a flagrant moon
no dream adrift, content within
to swoon, we speak not of Roman
Wars, of gods that lust for power
but Greek imaginings that toward beauty
soar, where human delight seeks divine
Wisdom, radiance not to be deities
that shine with artillery, medals, soldiers entwined
to impose control with stoic sacrifice — no!
Our Greek excess would fête what is true
within you, renounce control of State
belligerent with hate. In its stead, behold
Beauty, craft, wisdom sure as donkey feet
on mountain paths endure, like steady hands
on fishing lines, and these few words in kind.
Turquoise sea, a flagrant moon
no dream adrift, content within
to swoon, in art and love its omen.
pcm 2025-02-16
photo: 14 May, 2022, Nice
