Tapestry

From a line drawn in the sand, swept away by the desolate wind
a patch of light through the summer oak leaves
the sweet aftertaste of a pastry eaten by the Athens harbour
waiting for the ferry, just before sunrise
 to an echo of a baboon calling from the ice breathing cliff
mid winter, serene silence follows
a lost cry ringing from that deserted island
recurrent
these are my patchwork memories.