The Argive Heraion, sanctuary of Hera,
Goddess of the people of Argos
lies across a terrace
on top of a low hill
rising above miles of orange trees.
From the remaining lines of stones
the city and the slack warm sea
flopping through reeds onto a narrow shore
can be seen across the plain.
I remember you
leaning back against a fallen column
praising the sharp cool morning light.
It was as if I'd washed my faces and eyes
from the inside.