Haibun - Lys Mediterranee

Lys Mediterranee

She takes my hand, murmurs my name,
then gives it back.

"Ah, memories" she sighs.

Almost two decades have passed since
I clutched her chill hand...

The hill is steep, nearly a straight drop
into shimmering sand, a turquoise sea.
Green warmth of angelica root weaves
through grass wild with lilies.

"If I jump will you love me?" she laughed.
"I already love you" I lied.

Wearing caftans, we eat tabouleh with
bare hands.

sun aslant
a casablanca lily's
oblique shadow

hortensia anderson