Voyage to South of Nowhere

Hagebutte IV - Rose Hip IV 39 x 39 cm Pastel by Karin Goeppert

NOMAD ROMANCE

I’ve got you pinned to a wall.

There’s a strong smell of sage somewhere

in Spain or amid remnants of old Provence,

troubadours, broken stone, or in one of those wild corners  

of the Peloponnese, white-washed walls thick with pink light,

octopuses hanging from clothesline near the water

which is ripple of blue silk rinsed with gold.

I’ve got you pinned to a wall and you’re okay with that,

or making out in a corner of the one tavern in this village, above us

a photo of Hemingway posing with some very large very dead fish.

Maybe it’s not Hemingway, but a local hero instead, Juan or Christos

or Francois, some guy with a beard, anyway, gloating over the catch of his life.

Do we care if we offend? Probably not. Two shafts of broken light,

two shafts of crooked light, joined precariously

at the waist in old Pelop’s  

Spanish kingdom, south of nowhere, getting hotter every day.

Voyage Voyage - Desireless