Sochi by the Sea

Dreaming of a place I have never been.

Have you ever wondered,
How the sand and pebbles would feel
Beneath your feet, between your toes?
Walking in the warm summer breeze
Where the sweat of the sea clings
Like a fresh ceremonial havlu.
I have.

Have you ever wondered,
What it would be to walk, hand in hand
In such a magical place
Gazing upon the shimmering, pulsing sea?
To frolic in the glade of friendship
Amongst the heavenly perfumed trees,
Laughing with the rigid residents of Riviera Park,
Or, lingering under the freedom tree, sipping lemonade?
I have.

Have you ever wondered,
How it ever happened or why?
Caught up in the beauty of the city by the sea.
A black pearl shining in the night,
Ghostly images dancing in the moonlight,
I wonder.

With gaze frozen, what does Michael think,
Staring out into the sultry hinterlands?
How many souls have paid the price,
For the house that Kominsky built?
I wonder.

Have you ever wondered,
What it would be like
To stroll in the gardens of czars and presidents
To have the past come alive
To walk with another
Knowing this place is the place,
I have.

Distant snow capped mountains of seasons past
With wintery thoughts far behind,
Warm reflections from the sea glitter and bounce
Sand and pebbles tantalize my toes
As I walk in place, waiting.
I wonder.

Author's Note

Comments welcome.
(Leon Gipson, °2007)