Epiphany

04.02.98

Where is the epiphany she found in Spain
dark skin, water joy, sensuous grace
love of self and life
that she fervently claimed?
Has she dropped it smewhere along this path
or simply forgotten the feel?
The feel of strange sunshine
love without words
joy in the splash of the ocean upon her toes
the wicked abandonment of a slow cafe con leche
dancing without inhibitions to music foreign in ears 
strange wonder of unspoken goodwill and honesty
perplexed amusement of tangled tongues
trying the language
sensuality of a woman, a man, the world
baring midrif with laughter and uncensored unconcern
voyeur upon the past with pet goats and castle homes
verdent land that rises and falls 
like the fertile undulations of a woman's breasts
screaming smiles at 200 clicks and no left turns
shirt upon shoulders with breasts bared to the sun
walking a million miles of breathless memories
clicking away moments in shudder smiles
ten pm sunsets that began the night
the ever present feel of sunshine in her soul
love without bounds.
She is a millionaire with this feel
this secret 
this joy
a thousand times more valuable
than any coin or peseta that she might own;
the pure splendor of sunshine joy.