I've learned
to love darkness:
when I listen
to the shades of my breath
I forget who I am,
start choking on magic,
a shadow or dream.
If I were a nymph
wearing a crown
of stones and dusk,
what would I say
about the clouds, the sun,
the olive-grove hills surrounding
this gentle bay,
Greece in the distance, country
of my ancestors?
I'm holding the beams
of the old lighthouse
as I swim, a dozen boats
anchored in the sea.
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