WE ARE HERE


Found cliffs by the moon,
coasted round to the dock,
walked up into
dog coiled in the dust
grey blue dawn
before rooster crow
town.

Later about eight
in the square shaved
men smooth shirts
sharp trousers white
cigarette empty glass
political ethics.

A waiter steps from his door,
last light pale sky
filled with falcons,
my wife looking down says
we are here.