This is my first Mediterranean year; a javelin point arrives.

A steel blue metallic film arms the surface of the waves.

It is as if the sea tilts as a whole body away from the diminishing sun

And as August leaves us I sense a change that autumn has begun.

They do not come in droves now to lie beside the sea,

And at the cafes where they gather more tables will be free.

We can walk home in our own foot prints, retrace the steps we’ve walked

And hear the seabirds harmonize the echoes that we talked.

I know what comes I know what stays for now this is my place.

It’s where the sun and sea bathe me and breezes fan my face.

The colors which shift daily, I celebrate each one.

Now that my first Mediterranean year

has performed for me and gone.