I was sitting on our balcony
Which overlooked the swimming pool
You were sunbathing with Anna
And occasionally swimming with ease
There was a small road next to the hotel
Which saw light traffic during the high hours
With the exception of two American women
You were all topless as is the trend in European resorts
A Greek Orthodox priest passed as the day separated
He glanced at the pool and smiled lightly to himself
I was sure that he was thanking our shared God
Others passed by some on wheels some walking
But most ignored the hotel swimming pool
As the recreation was commonplace and accepted
Anna stood up and asked me throw down her shades
Which I did without too much effort
I then settled down and thought about
About the beauties of the roads to freedom
Outlaw
Georgioupoli Crete