Calima in Famara

I think calima sunlight must be running through my veins 
like I've been drinking wine
like the way I used to feel 
in the memories of youth
of bright summer glow 
with light so warm it made us feel dizzy
and when the sky was like a golden scarf
so soft and inviting
and feeling carefree
and laughing with joy

and watching the surf-kites reeling overhead now in the haze
seeing the beaming chaos
and breathing in the scent of Famara sea spray
secure in this warmth 
like clutching a glass of cold beer
under a muzzy sky
and fearlessly letting the sun kiss my skin
my mind hazy too with heat and contentment 
my face teased by warmth, water and sand

I haven’t felt really at ease like this too often
in my life
I haven’t often really felt deep inner calm 
but slowly I'm getting there
and I feel like I belong here -
so often I've been an observer, a bystander, someone who records
the world
but has not always truly been in it
and has not always really been touched by it

but being here now, I remember all the times I’ve ever felt real
all the times I’ve been truly reached by anything
if there is a home for me anywhere on earth
it is within this feeling
and it lights me up from the inside, right now
rolling off me in waves

bouncing from the golden haze of this calima
a joy to live
a joy to be
it's back, it’s here
and while it stays, I shall bask in it -

like healing infrared light, radiating down from the sun