I settled in the house around midday
Heart filled to bursting with joy.
I feasted on goat cheese and roasted peppers
Washed down with a local rosé and toasted to you, wherever you are,
Wishing you peace all the same
Because I could
After lunch I napped in the sunshine by the pool,
Under the watchful eye of ivy
Like a lizard, wrapped in warm
Oblivion because I could.
Later, the path and stairs to the side of the house
Took me straight to the deserted beach below.
She and I stared at each other for quite a while.
The water was barely inching up on the sand,
Hardly moving at all on the shallowest of breaths.
But when I started to look for driftwood and pebbles
She said that I intruded on her meditation; so I left.
As the day was wrapping up I wandered through the old village,
Pebbles in my pocket, looking for a spot to watch the world
Go by and eat a little something.
I ended up in a familiar place, the Café Maxime since I could not afford La Petite Derive.
The throbbing, pulsating beat of the ambient music kept my feet tapping
but interfered with thoughts and eavesdropping.
I was in the mood for conversation and a wee bit of trouble
but neither one showed up, so I left.
When I returned home, I sat on the terrace
Surrounded by treetops and let the day gently slip away.
The sun had gone down leaving pinks, peaches and blues behind
While the Med just stood there wrapped in his colors,
Reflecting them in lighter shades,
And sent soft tinted ripples across the bay to St Tropez.
I stayed on the terrace until the silver sickle of the moon
Shone bright above the cedars,
And until the dusty pinks and the dirty blues faded into grey.
I listened to the noises drifting from the city
and then to the birds saying good night, going quiet,
falling asleep in the silence of their night.
I waited for the Med to sing me her lullaby,
but she wasn’t in the mood and ignored me.
Not the tiniest whisper of a wave came to tickle my ears.
I closed my eyes, breathed in the salty scents
Tinged with eucalyptus and an undetermined sweetness.
Then when all had gone still and darkness had fallen down the hill side
Covering everything, so that only the outline
of the Alep and parasol pines remained, I turned on my music
Let the ear buds pour their upbeat
Sounds and rhythms into and over me.
Invisible to all but a gentle night and stray stars
The inner little girl in pigtails and purple ribbons
Danced, sang, laughed,
Stomped, slid, swayed,
Wiggled, giggled and rocked
Because I could.