Refinding Corfu

 

And when Somnus breathes little deaths upon the living,
when the night ripcurls with rain's unrest,
I will unweave the lessons of Summer
spent upon Demeter's dress,
I will take to walking streets in Kerkyra,
the boat out to blue caves at sea,
delight in dining by Foros,
recall and relearn how to breathe,
as I did in that bakery in old town,
as I began to find out how to speak,
when the hands only carried small drachma,
when plates were smashed in the street.