The salt pans of Sečovlje sleep while sailing boats shelter in place along the harbour
the sun also rises
I stretch out my hand and touch Croatia
the narrow peninsular’s dotted and furred with cypress and Mediterranean pine
the sculpture park we visited the first time
I came here
where all the dreams of a great empire sleep
like lions weathered still
rampant as ever
I’m in rapture brought on by
dreams of Atlantis
whispering beneath the waves.
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Posted for Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #52.