A week of moments – a clutch of days –

Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play.

Medley of quavers informs the tune.

It’s all too much: over all too soon.

Sweet condensation on chilling wine

Traveler’s palm, flamboyant tree

Fast photos ripped and lost consign

A week of moments to faint memory.

A week of moments plucked from the page

Found far horizons, a sunset stage.

Suitcases bulge, in silence packed

A chapter closed: no looking back.

The lightest touch upon my arm

No fierce restraint, no call to stay.

Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king

With pool attendants in chess piece array.