The rock tombs were dark windows above the sea -
Oleanders in new blossom shaded the narrow beach -
Water pearled my skin -
I lay on the warm deck, gazing upwards -
I imagined a bed carved out of stone, midway between sky and sea -
Throughout the night, I would see the stars -
At dawn the young sun rise from the waves -
May 2019
On board East Meets West
Off the Lycian Coast
Turkey
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