Olivetti Moments

While doing nothing
in particular ..
It suddenly dawned on me
we may never get rich
while I try to write poetry ..
But no doubt
in time though,
the parallels between us
will become more apparent
to those who
dare visit, the few words
I did write here ..
And since most of them now
seem to hang out on Hydra ..
Whereas we
make out daily on the beaches
and the balconies
of cheap Algarve hotels ..
Where it seems on occasion
that miracles’
do still happen ..
Since without fail, when I close
my eyes lightly ..
Through the flicker and blue
and sun warmed terracotta ..
I can still see you clearly
almost wrapped
in a white towel, but loosely ..
Just sitting in front
of my old Olivetti ..
Loading black and white film
into the back of
a borrowed Box Brownie ..
Seemingly intent on
catching such moments as these ..