(English) A poem for the Holiday Season

We leave you until September with these few lines for the summer…

Bread Dipped in Olive Oil and Salt

Bread dipped in olive oil and salt,
a glass of rough dry white.

A table beside the evening sea
where you sit shelling pistachios,
flicking the next open with the half-
shell of the last, story opening story,
on down to the sandy end of time.

The stars coming out on the life that I call mine

Theo Dorgan