
Arched islands like backs of resting animals
cooling in the sea.
White ships glide as water skippers
to cross morning skin of blue shimmer.
An impressionist scene of morning
as bikes are unloaded with laughter and Croatian directives.
One man leaning over the boat railing.
One man below.
One bicycle at a time.
Until the two-wheeled collective has left the ship.
They create a peloton premonition on the sidewalk below.
My anticipating heart beats in synch
with the surrounding islands
as the sky opens.

I have been traveling by boat and by bicycle in Croatia. What a gorgeous country.









