Return to Chile

Of my youth and diurnal dreams

Empanadas and Pisco straight

Elongated limb of extremes

Patagonian towers of grey-spired mass

to

Lake Chungará  – exquisite mirror of snow-capped peaks

Incomparable port of my love

Valparaiso:  steep streets to heaven

Where just to meander amongst ramshackle beauty

Is a sure path to joy

And Neruda said ‘The Pacific fell off the map’