Mediterranean Plunge Together

Hard to explain those restless days, tied on a ship moving further away from you. Newly in love and denying it. Trusting in you, but making no claims.

The beauty of ruins ablaze in sunshine mixed with the starry nights with lonely beacons blinking off and on. I would take you with me this time. You will have no excuses. No pending divorce. No lack of funds. No children upset at your defiance.

We would eat lemon fish soup prepared in a cafe along the waterfront followed by a stirred mix of mushrooms, aubergine, shrimp and pasta. We would sip beers at noon while the sun begged us to strip and jump off board our gulette.

We would sail between rocky isles and watch old villages built to harvest sponge and stop off the ghost town shore to swim in the cooling waters of the Mediterranean.

At night, we'd sip wine and instead of hiding away in a book, we would join the party, dance and laugh. Instead of restless nights, we'd curl around each covered with a light blanket and breathe night air and sleep the sound dreams of the beloved who have found each other.

We'd walk among the empty streets of Greek culture fallen to dust, marveling at the quarrying and carving, the craft of decorations provided around old churches, aqueducts and terrace homes shaken to bits and pieces by former earthquakes.

For once, I would show my husband a different world than he has seen. We'd climb up to the ancient fortresses carved stone by stone, painstakingly to overlook the straights where warships would come to invade.

I was so lonesome. I missed you every hour. I tried to find friendship with people similar to you, loving the politics and religion that made up civilizations and the chaos that brought them down. We live in chaos now, nothing sure or safe. We may die in less than two weeks with the uncertain future of coronavirus lurking. Let me show you what it means to love, sail the ancient Mediterranean seas that formed our society and hold your hand before it all falls to dust.