Oregano

The pungent aromatic is my route
to the Aegean, a short-cut via sense
of smell to present tense of place:
to Kalymnos, its arid limestone porous
to the light and tide, white and turquoise
houses like the sponge fleet stranded
high and dry; oregano, honey, tempting 
visitors to buy. Rough island hillsides,
intimate with goats, and on close terms
with brine, distil this wild, astringent
irritant to peace of mind.


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