The beach caught rays
of the Mediterranean sun
which made the sand glisten
just like the bodies that crowded
the sands of that small coastal town
A short walk down from the hills
and I saw the water– blue, and storied
and supremely ancient
It mattered not to Her that I was there
safe on the sands, no boat for me
So I sat there with my towel to read
all about this foreign country
and how it looks through
a traveler’s eyes
La tesis* it was for me
it was given to me by a Spaniard
and I only looked up a few words
as well as a few times at birds or laughter or just
to watch people walk by
The sea was so cold, it was just April,
but it felt right, and the sand was warm, and I
was in the southern part of Spain.
And that was just fine.
La tesis de Nancy by Ramon J. Sender (Highly recommend it whether you read it in Spanish or English.)
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