In my head
I transport myself a thousand
miles or so
To a warm breeze on my face,
the sight of crumbling
The sound of soft rolling waves by day
and unseen Cicadas by night.
An occasional motorised scooter winding by
and the hushed buzz of happy people.
I think back to fresh tomatoes,
and Mussles Saganaki.
The good mood food that makes life
that bit more vibrant.
who could forget those friendly beggars?
Dying for affection
and a saucer of milk.
modestly sized, in every town
smelling of tobacco, postcards and
a freezer full of ice-creams.
Easy listening music plays in seafront bars
where drinkers gaze out onto turquoise sea,
and on the hilltop;
So clean and bright
blue and white stands
proud from the green bush and
I transport myself to cobbled streets and alleys,
gazing at menus,
a head scarfed Grandma sweeping her doorstep.
even at night, the hot glow of my skin
keeps me warm within.
How I long to be back there;
digging my toes into golden sand
and thinking life is simply grand.
Written: March 2013