Poem
As usual, let me finish this newsletter with a poetry. This is the poem I mentioned earlier, which I wrote a few days ago, to describe the experience of watching the sunrise in Greece.
Sunrise in Greece
Sitting on the stony shore
mountains facing across the bay
a pristine early morning
so peaceful that time dissolves
and I could be here three thousand years ago
when Greece belonged to warriors and philosophers.
In the hazy grey of a fading night
there are murmurs of expectation
from the breeze that brushes the leaves of trees
and the steady pulse of waves
as they rush up the sand, then retreat.
A cruise liner crosses, and fades into the distance.
A hush descends.
Anticipation builds.
Then it happens. A fiery sun peeks above the mountain
like a king who steps onto the balcony of his palace
to acknowledge adoring subjects.
He rises quickly, soon a full red globe
standing supreme, at the centre of the sky
above
the peak of the mountain.
The pure light of dawn streams across the sea
flickering then steadying and solidifying
into a gleaming golden path
that blazes across the water, straight towards me
like an umbilical cord of light
that binds me to the sun.
The day takes form.
The outlines of the mountains are clear.
The sky turns luminous blue.
A turquoise ocean stretches endlessly
over the surface of the Earth.
Soon the sun is incandescent
and my dazzled eyes have to turn away.
But it is enough – I have been anointed.
I am blessed, and filled with radiance.
All best wishes and blessings
