Our new shelter has a maid
Who makes the bed twice daily
And clears the floors and bathroom
She is dutiful and thorough
Most pleasant in her way
And says goodbye as she leaves
Did the waves of the Aegean
Deliver her to this place
Or are her parents
Also from this island
Of friendly folk
Who show the basis of all humanity
That this might have been
A foundation for shelters
That the sea and mountain
Should forge
A settlement of souls
Who appreciate life’s goodness
Such that now
They transfer this well-being
To all nations of the world
To join them for moussaka
Also with dancing
To Zorba the Greek
The horizon is
Where the horizon is
Yet my horizons
Of complicated stealth
Are being opened up
By new forms of shelters
