aqui estoy

jasmine
scent heavy
for the night
in the morning

collared doves coo
from
tv
aerials

a muezzin calling,
two prayer mats passing

sunset spread
on the sierras

an earth tremor at Guardamar

the deep green
of hidden gardens
the sun
the gasping land

brittle brown artichoke fields
 
stepping into the Mediterranean sea
undertow
on the fix of my leg
and sand
rippling
in the light
modulation
a weight
of southern sky