It should make you worry when you
Find your cousin on the menu
At a pleasant Greek Taverna at the Galaxidi shore
It was Greece–so I was fated
Once I’d eaten, and was sated,
To be punished by Poseidon like I never was before
We were looking at the ocean
When there came a funny motion
Just a little instability I felt beneath my feet
Then the sidewalk started moving
Like the gods themselves were proving
We were just a little early when we called them obsolete
We had traveled through the epicenter town about 2-3 hours before the earthquake hit. The photo above is indeed from the Taverna in Galaxidi where we had just eaten when the sidewalks started imitating the ocean.
:O Wow! What timing. Glad you’re okay. BTW, I love the meter on that poem.
So – this quake of which you tell usAs you journey on through HellasIs a sign from gods of yore?Have they read* from you too rarelyAnd are punishing you fairly?Then appease them – blog some more!*Well, the old Greeks loved good poetry – why wouldn’t their gods?
Greece. Cool. Hope you’re having a helluva good time, earthquake notwithstanding.
Yes, I miss you – but glad the earthquake missed you too!