the cool blue water of
the tiny rocky isle
blown clean of topsoil
the Mediterranean
is an inviting contrast to
over these unaccountable ages it is tempting to stay afloat
and view her from a safe distance
the dusty surface is not welcoming
but the hunger to draw near is strong
to set foot on old Malta
ancient home of the Mother
the return to the place of never been the shadeless island is bone dry
the sun makes it hard to see
the naked landscape conceals her recesses
descend into the warmth of the cave
leave the last of your illusions behind
She is sleeping there still
as She has for 10,000 years
She lies in her corpulent splendor
fully endowed and powerful even at her ease
the time to call her is now