“This is a place where Aphrodite
Came out of the sea foam,” he said.
Knees bent to chin, I caught the sight
Through the left-side back-seat window.
The road pictures were colored stones,
A mosaic of a kaleidoscope visor. Rosette. A cube, now.
You blinked too quick, too soon, and they are gone.
Falling asleep, half of the story was left untold.
Such is the nature of family trips.
But from this, particular coastal ride I remember
The spot in a cove on the road bend.
Waves crushing on the protruding rock
Spraying white stardust on brown stone studded
With sea hedgehogs (not sure the translation is right here)
I had stepped on earlier. The spines needed to come out painstakingly after.
And for this one vivid figament of my imagination
I saw her springing up in a white crocheted dress, her long hair
Swaying freely on her soft shoulders, her head crowned with
A wreath against the blue vastness cut in half with a straight line.
She performed in full sun while the bend was watching silently in shade.
This’ a picture I hold in a white slide frame of my mind.