Crete

Crete
Blue ocean breeze
Chills me eating the Feta cheese
and the spices next to the Tzatsiki
in this Green
Dry
Dusty land of red beneath
the sun where olive treas
so rightfully stand
As thoughts of old
meet these thoughts of new
Like the stillness in this locust song
calming me deep and
there they meet me
The dolphins
They remind me
Of Towers of mountains
Cold flow through
The Hot
Dry
Warm places
most people go
Of sentences lasting
like questions asked then
Not craving for answers
that would have crashed them