Paradise ... almost

Today:

The sun blazes from a virgin sky.

Over the mountain blows a hot breeze

from the Adriatic

two sprinklers lazily turn their fan-shaped spray

from side to side,
barely covering half of our back garden.

At the bottom of the pool

you can see a dime without distortion.

The water is crystal clear and light blue.

The red and yellow roses in the corner
bend their heads in the heat of the day.
Tired.

Kitty-Cat-Cat and Doggy-Dog-Dog stretch in the shade

of a large, rust red umbrella.

He, slightly snoring and she, purring with pleasure;

unadulterated.

I, in my swimming trunks, still wet

from the recent head first dive into the pool,

lie on a comfortable deck chair

also in the shade of a wide brimmed sun screen.

Through the half open window of my studio

I hear Harry Belafonte sing in his slightly raspy voice

about an „Island in the Sun.“

and I think: „Is there a more beautiful „Island in the Sun“

than the one in which I stretch my ancient bones ?

It would truly be paradise

if only....


Bertstravels
inspite of all the beauty is a bit on a downer.