Walking in the summer thronged,
bustling Faro (Algarve) streets undulated
and buildings swayed.
Fearing an earthquake
I held on to a doorway leading into a busy pharmacy.

Open-mouthed people looked alarmed,
then the city drowned in a white light.
Giants looked down on me,
a woman dressed in a wind kissed frock, and golden sandals,
bent down and stroked my head
‘How pale he looks’ she said.
Her hands were soft, motherly and aromatic.

Thinking she was my mother I smiled
and sailed into the blissful state of the womb,
floating in nourishing liquid
and protected by love
as my journey into the beginning of time began.