I like

As I find myself in a very difficult time in Israel, where I live, this is a deliberately slow-paced ode to my journey to Ithaka.

I like

how light dances through fluted glass
drowsy streets at dawn
my tall son’s sudden smiles
the doves dozing on our balcony
older folks in redeemed finery
my daughter’s excited curls
the pond toads, sometimes frozen still, sometimes flying over swimming water irises
untranslatable words
drizzle on a hot day
movies in the afternoon
fresh mint
22 years of their father’s playful intuition
unlike another’s vision, once suspending this array beyond reach in our Mediterranean maelstrom.

I like that flying away eastwards, across the waves and years to now, they have all bloomed mine.