Standing on that white grey quay
so silently awaiting the hydrofoil
the suitcases that group together
on the dew wet grey concrete slabs
the sea shimmering the same colour
as that early morning cloudless sky
the mansions across the bay off white
stone and orange-red tiles like a hat
still all is silent, sleepy even the birds
rest for dawn to come alive, energise
never before was there such a calm
such ease in their stance, stilled like
a photograph faded by the sun rays
soon to rise out of the blue Aegean
to leave melancholy never to return
as the wind that's not there carries
slowly the sounds of the hydrofoil
cutting through the dim daybreak
just out of focus of the Nikon lens
© 2022-05-31
The Isle of Spetses - departure
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