We took a sunset hike
up the Algarve cliffs, sincere
and ancient and strong like our grandmothers.
Red clay marked up our legs
as proof we didn’t stop climbing,
all just to see the azure
from a new angle.
We were told secrets by seabirds,
perched on the eyelids of the ocean.
We gazed down into a cavern
as seawater pumped blue blood into the heart
of the cliff.
The sun, midday and sleepy
looked bigger than I remembered,
And I stood like the seabirds –
The beauty of how small we are.