Theme: Observation

September in Portugal

Perfect translucent day and I can see the peculiar nature again,
as it is no longer a blur of glaring sunlight. It is like meeting
an old friend, one who was rumored to have died, in a country
I will not see again. Evergreens, carobs and olive trees lost in
the mist of time, forever alone in the transience of seasons.

I also see glimpses of the sea it doesn’t interest me, not today
anyway, but I do notice it is deep blue and has white sails on.

On my scooter, I drive across a narrow bridge they have been
working on, so it can take heavy lorries, a road is being built
somewhere out of sight.  Wish I were a painter, fair clouds on
azure sky, could be smoke signals sent by an Indian tribe yet
to be discovered, I see the past and future at the same time.

Bewildering, do I drive in a landscape of ancient dreams?
I better stop, find a café, drink a “Bica” (coffee) before I fade
into the mystery of nature and can’t find my way back home.


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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