MEDITERRANEAN
at the bottom of the sea lies a world
that does not obey time
filled with cities, treasures,
ancient wineskins of old wine
broken statues, whole ones,
cars that sway slowly
there are people too, many people:
Roman soldiers and blonde stewardesses,
caliphs wearing turbans, naked beachgoers,
enemies of all kinds, their anger waned
at the bottom of the sea there are children running
playing and laughing together
and hiding, and singing,
and joining hands in a long line dance
at the bottom of the sea, there are no departures —
there lie resting arrivals and answers;
open or closed, all eyes are calm
the light is inside them
through glimmers,
currents brushing the depths
are occasionally caressed
by dreams that fall like gold
to the bottom of the water