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Musings #33


         – Kolimbithre Beach, Paros 2010


The Aegean blues and beckons.

My son is reading a Stegner novel off my home shelf,



his lover basks in the Greek sun, my husband dozes. 

They are here with me in the place I have dreamed of



ever since I first read the glorified stories

of Alexander the Great – his life and conquests –



stories that blurred in a child’s eye

with those mother told of my dead father –



a hero in his own world and time, treating the wounded

in war and in the slums, speaking their language.



I decide to swim to the buoy.  At first it seems not far,

though distance is inclined to unfurl.  Destination



reached, slowly I make my way back – on a slant,

compensating for a strong, off-coursing current.



At least one blue eye has kept watch –

old enough to know how



life succumbs to sudden shifts, its wave-nature

– arch and spill, roll and frill,



and in-between, the lovely lulling interludes.

As I emerge, a casual Have a good swim? 



Moments later, turning a page, he finds

a folded piece of paper, a prescription



written in 1995 for Roberta, my mother

– dead soon after –



who cared not a wit for travel, but would go anywhere

to be with us.




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