BEAUTIFUL GREECE.

Beautiful Greece circa 1987

The window overlooks a balcony.

It is morning.

I go outside still in my pajamas and stare

up at the skyline,

a light shines through my window

in warm rays.

Everything happens in its own time,

I guess,

but that doesn't mean I can't be

impatient.

The solitude staggers me.

I try not to be bitter because that just isn't

like me but it's hard to explain

something like that to a two-year-old,

who is always asking “Why? Why?”

and tagging along behind her dog,

a Saint Bernard,

who is kind as he is large.

There isn't anything better than a child

with chubby cheeks and sweet hair,

and a dangling booger now and then.

It is the best life there is.

It is like no other.

I can't tell what I'm doing anymore.

I don't know the way down the path.