by Mark Rickerby
Raven hair falling across the pillow.
This frenetic crossroads of the world,
The wind is cool but the sun is rising.
Tropical oils are carried by ancient winds
I dive from a cliff into the bright blue Aegean
On the way, a smiling man sells us homemade red wine
What else could we need in life? What else but this?
So come with me, now - not tomorrow or "someday".