Spanish sky
peacock blue
& heat rises
from cobbled dust
in waves.
Wave upon wave
of tourists’ queue
for Velasquez
Rubens, Bosch,
a hanging Christ
Botticelli’s mythic
drive.
Silent night:
you breathe in
breathe out;
years of stress
drain from pillow.
We are congruent
two waves upon
this shore, this time,
undulating synchronicity.
