I enquired of the receptionist
Quasi-mischievously
Does our room
Have a sea view
If so
Which sea can we see
Where might our eyes fall
When we rise in the morning
Where might my heart fall
When I open
The door or the window
How fresh might blow
The salted air
Into those crevices
Into those cracks
On which our memories depend
How rich might be
That sensual experience
In pulling my love
Closer towards me
The harsh
Unforgiving breeze
Or wind
Of Fuerteventura
The warm
Welcoming swell
Of waves
On Formentera
The deep
Hidden unconscious
Of despisement
Unilateral, multilateral
The calm
Mindful awareness
Of being alone
Alone, yet together
Harsh, warm, deep, calm
Breeze, swell, unconscious, awareness
Wind, waves, despisement, being
Unilateral, multilateral, alone, yet together
Chalky white stone
As if the Cotswolds in Ibiza
A two-and-half metre high wall
With blue sky beyond its boundary
Not an ounce of angst
Not one millimetre of disagreement
Concordance in all directions
How so so very different
We wear new hats now
Actually I have no hat at all
But choose the security of the shade
For my full on self-exposure
Unaware of my contribution
To other’s development
I watch for patterns
In the building’s fabric
He writes of family
Of slaves, of plantations
It is what he knows of
Where his first formative self
Is locked away
I write of lost love
Of lust, of heartbreak
It is what I knew of
Where my later formative self
Was cuffed, was caged
In truth I don’t actually reach him
He does not respond to my change of words
Also, to be truthfully honest
I misinterpreted his first poem
I put way too much of someone other in there
