Sol Sistere

Maybe I'll pick up everything and go to Spain

 and eat olives 

and drink wine in a field.

Maybe I'll grow, pick, serve, and savor my kitchen garden. 

Maybe I'll spend every morning out on my roman patio drinking coffee

and cook barefooted in my ancient kitchen

and gaze over the land from my desk window. 

Maybe I'll loose my native tongue

and mature by being out of doors, tilling the earth. 

Maybe I'll find a love, a family, a voice

and ahead were many productive years of novel writing and story telling. 

Maybe that's where I'll remain for the rest of my life.

Maybe I'll pick up everything and go to Spain 

and eat olives 

and drink wine in a field.