Saluting my singular friend Rie on her birthday:
Rie with her granddaughter, Zoe, on Hydra.
Rie, Zoe and I. Walking the back road evermore.
TASHKENT PAGES – Anna Akhmatova
I was with you in the mysterious gloom,
Walking as if in no-man’s-land,
But suddenly the crescent moon
Skimmed like a diamond boat over the meeting-separation …
And if that night should return to you
In the course of your hidden fate,
Know that someone dreamt
About this sacred moment.