Paros

i have never been happy with

my own company.

i like to be surrounded by

many so there is

no emptiness dwelling

inside of me.

 

today, i wanted to

start to mend my

affliction.

 

atop my quad, i drove

fast

with the wind

blowing hard against me.

a resistance.

the freedom of slicing down

the narrow streets

lifted my mind,

my soul.

 

all i had was myself

and the world before me.

the sound of birds

chirping, the crunch of

my wheels against the rocks,

the tender fold of the sensual

clear sea moving effortlessly.

 

my heart was free.

 

a beach 

Santa Maria

sparsely decorated with

visitors

old and new.

the half naked people

unaware of the beauty

surrounding them.

 

far ahead the

outlines of other islands,

colors muted, a solid background.

closer still,

the ever changing clear and

dark blues

shifting under the sun.

the forever glorious Aegean.

 

relaxing away from humanity

i held my mojito, the

glass slick with sweat

dripping.

 

closing my eyes and

sensing my moment,

the moment.

am i excited, afraid…

what am i?

 

and so i sat,

and i waited for

it to come to me.

 

even now i cannot be

certain if

it did.

 

yet, i knew what

i wanted.

 

to paint.

experience what i see,

how i feel,

my inspiration from

mother nature.

 

it was a mess,

amateur, not a first

glance masterpiece.

but it was my own,

it was me

and for that i cherish

my mistakes,

my uncertainty,

the awkwardness.

 

i am mine.

i am good.