Athenian Night

August in Athens is always confusing I spent the evening looking at a white wall the moon had lit up, waiting for the movie to start. Staggered into a church where bearded priests handed out bags of yesterday’s cake. The elderly lady behind me got none, it was her second time she had been in the line I gave her my bag and felt good about my act of charity. In the deep shadows of the park, I found a grotto displaying Jesus in he looked like a sleeping angel, one painted by Caravaggio. The painted Jesus opened his eyes smiled like an urchin selling himself to a paederast. Behind two nuns giggled and I fled this religious horror. Came to a lone bar run by a horse that had fled a Russian circus. As Alice Walker said,” horses make the landscape more beautiful.” I drank ouzo, she had hay. At midnight we rode through the summer night.