A MEDITERRANEAN POEM

From inside the ship sailing
far away, I
gaze hard.        
 
The water has mercy. The evening
is like
a thousand years ago.
 
In our ancient sea
there’s nothing new.
Only the wind shifts.
 
I don’t think
I’ve missed anything.
Everything given ever since  
 
is a gift.
Once a Florentine merchant
came and offered
 
red glass.
It was the year one thousand
four hundred and one.
 
I didn’t
have anything to give
for it. And he returned.         
 
I’ll buy it now.
Like a thousand years
ago, tonight too

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