THE MUSE

The Muse left to dance with her sisters
in the mountains of Mykonos;
she needs some family time, she said.
A floral wreath circles her long blonde hair
as she splashes in Aegean waters
with Terpsichore and Thalia,
milks goats, sips ouzo, eats olives,
sways in tavernas, tosses plates on the floors,
giggles, "I need a break,"
as they shatter.

The poet follows the Muse
to the mountains of Mykonos,
a wide-brimmed sun hat covers gray hair;
she, too, splashes in Aegean waters,
eats lamb, drinks Retsina,
dances to Bozouki strings,
shops for silver bracelets.
searches for her Muse
in tavernas, on the beach.

Alas, the hot Greek sun and red wine
leave the poet languid, limp;

the Muse looks on and laughs.

GILDA KREUTER

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