First Day of Ramazan at Hot Springs Cove
For the love of God, we whose god is love
left our overbooked hotel in late August,
seeking peace & quiet on a beach
beside the narrow gulf between, yes, Greek
Samos & a Turkish National Park,
so close together traffic can be spied
moving along the island after dark
& terrorists can swim between their shores.
Because our stay in paradise was quickly
coming not true but to an end, I went
there to that place between two worlds with you—
not East or West, summer or fall, or now
or then, when I will leave you & our boy
alone, with no way back to such a spot.
Feeling as empty as if you could look
through me already, the underworld bubbling
up from below, I threw myself at once
upon the mercy of the blue slash green
Aegean, everlasting in the face
of all the turnover in gods it's seen.
Michigan Quarterly Review Fall 2011
Copyright © 2011 by Randy Blasing
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission