Cyprus Spring

Cyprus pond and ducks;

her face in her own two hands

on the banks, alone.

Green, tan, red and brown

made auburn by early spring,

conversant release.

Soon, a smile as the

sun. Laughter and remembrance

of pines and water.

Amongst prideful folk;

strong framework, forgotten heart

vision turning home.

This short season, here.

When might all things come to light?

Each brief glimpse, a flash.

Embrace and parting;

a mention of Lebanon.

On my way, anew.

There, here; both. I drive.

The mind, fixing on mountains,

trees, oceans and words.