I stand with respect on a
blue broken carpet of muscle shells;
azure seethes a jealous face.
Gold flecks of crystal sand paint
Pharaohs sandals onto my feet.
Hungry waves slide over glacial pebbles;
time laughs at man.
Hands of clouds slip silently under a
blue stadium sky.
The ocean holds pride over
horizons space.
From Gibraltar I see the coast of
Africa.
The gravity of the continent is
beyond my sight.
I am reduced, bowing to its greatness,
strengthened with desire.
Roger Singer 