Ionian sea –
an onion sea.
Layer by layer
peel it for me.
Peel off the flight
when hearing hurts –
hawker’s delight
of pushy adverts.
Airport flamboyance
of nameful obscurity,
petty annoyance
of queues and security.
Peel off the sweating,
crowded streets,
bugs in the netting,
beggars and cheats.
Down to caverns
of shade in the heat,
vine-covered taverns –
treats to retreat;
to navy-blue air
for mythical fish;
down to where
there’s nothing to wish.
