By Ryan Allen
Epharisto poli!  
My eyes open, I see white.
My thoughts churn, I hear doves.
I look outside, I see blue and sea...

There's sand on the floor, I'm in Crete.
Today is life, not just any day.
We'll be on the water, interacting.
Among cliffs and rocks
in a breeze with some spritz,
in a myth.

Paddle to the point 
where your muscles get tight
then tuck into the bay.
When you see the old tree 
you're close to the trail.
Step back onto land
and work your way up
to a cleft in the rock.

The dark shadow is cool,
a nice place to lie
and let the breeze dwindle.
Your eyes open and feeling afresh,
look out at the blue
...sea and sky...
this isn't a dream, 
it's a myth,
you're in Crete.