Stand tall before the gate. Stand and see. One step into the reflection, into the next world. Stand tall and breathe.

A celestial centipede crawls along the sky, clinking.

Reflections bounce off its metal skin, playing with our imagination.

Climb the steps to peace, to balance and delicate sufficiency.

A distant relative emerges from the waters, scrapes its long neck and plunges its life into a restless rust.

A full space of building, white, blue, yellow. Shadow and light dance in Santorini, poetry from the mere intersection of arch and stone, door and wall, window into a heart.

An end to dazed confusion.

A monument of edifice and stability.

An animal of spine and purpose.

Wings spread to fly.