Above the island of Capri, everything melts into a dream of pure, sparkling blue. The sky is newly washed. The sea shifts and sways. The world breathes out.
White scudding water. A boat far below.
A lizard scatters across the rocks, clinging to the vertical crevices.
The atmosphere is composed of 98% warmth.
And the view rolls on with a sigh into blue mountains.
Way up here, yellow budded flowers tingle.
We lose the path for the forest.
Then the forest for a crop of stones.
Then a ledge above a cliff
- we walk on -
to the edge of existence.