Moments (my poem)
In the land of the bee-eaters
the gatemaker's sweat
mixes with the soil
At the edge of Hera's cliff
the golden eagle
circles you thrice
Another day, another labour
Another moment, another wonder
All that is, is all that matters
In the land of the bee-eaters
the gatemaker's sweat
mixes with the soil
At the edge of Hera's cliff
the golden eagle
circles you thrice
Another day, another labour
Another moment, another wonder
All that is, is all that matters