In Sicily I want to

eat and drink and

walk along the shore with

my arm around you,

and fall asleep happy.

Which is more beautiful:

the volcano or

the Greek column

in ruins?

Who cares if we've had too much wine -

We are walking toward Tunis,

there are temples on the ridgeline,

and the wind tastes like sand.

 

 

Lithuanian Prophecy

 

Maybe he said we were going

             to Kaunas, or Klepeda.

Maybe we had had

             too much to drink.

Maybe we ended up

             on sand beaches in Nida.

Maybe the river will stop flowing.

Maybe there will be amber.

Maybe the storks will come.

Maybe we were never

             really here at all.