I, too, once knelt on this shining shore watching the tall ships sail from the burning sun like myths; slipped off my dress to wade, breast-deep, in the sea, waving and calling; then plunged, then swam on my back, looking up as three black ships sighed in the shallow waves. Of course, I was younger then. And hoping for men. Now, let us baste that sizzling pig on the spit once again.
