Sea of Cyprus

Translated from the Greek

Don’t summon me, don’t summon me.
I can’t withstand your briny call.
The gulls go scudding by, the boat’s entangled
in your fragrant seaweed hair.
Forgotten in the hold the urns
of fossil fruits and centuries.
Wave, you bring wise tidings
from the ages and the depths.
But I am searching for the compass
as the gulls go scudding by.
Don’t summon me, don’t summon me.

 

Source: Poetry (October 2025)