Adventures Await
Frigid morning
Tongues of flame spurting atop a volcano
Heavy grey smoke by the wind, blown away
In our balcony
We watched the spectacle safely from afar
As our cruise ship hastened by the distant bay
At portside
The morning sun, flaming red ball at the skyline
Slowly rising above calm waters of the grey sea
Cold and shivering
Though all bundled up; we watched enraptured
Coffee mugs in hand, still too early for Chablis
Hours we watched
Awed and enthused as the sun soared up the sky
Dark, sullen minutes ago; now lovely cobalt blue
By mid-morning
Terns and seagulls flew all around the vessel
Some too close to the deck, shooed by the crew
Still in pajamas
We basked in the warm sunbeams from sky above
Dark glasses shielded us from the reflected light
From a distance
Blue and gray mountain ranges crowned by clouds
To our left the toe of Italy and Sicily to our right
Serene and grateful
Sun and sea, clouds and mountains; we feasted on
But looking forward to more scenic marvels to find
Adventures await
Farewell to the Tyhrennian; Aegean bids welcome
We’ll be back surely; for now, we leave Italy behind
05-04-2021
© Vic Evora
Three months before the covid pandemic, we were on a cruise to several destinations in Italy and Greece. Above poem narrates our passage through the Tyhrrenian Sea between the toe of Italy and Sicily, on our way to Santorini. Early that morning we witnessed a volcanic eruption from an island off Sicily,
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