We breathe in the sweet
Bubbling water
Of this forgotten country
Our chest rises
And falls
Like a meditation
Or a prayer
The morning
Beckons us
Sunlight filters
Through the curtains
Pronouncing the day
There are many choices
To make
In this honey trap
I promise her I will not leave
And her breaths grow longer
More at ease
What a place
We have arrived in
Close to the sea
And hills
We like early mornings
It is quiet
And we can listen
To our thoughts
We do not like the sound
Of people over head
It scares us
Today we will walk
Say hello to the people
We pass every day
Perhaps we are at home here
In this country of water
Perhaps we can open our eyes
And smile.
