I will knock on the door of Room 22.
You have told me you will be there with lilies.
Blue lilies.
I know the sort.
Agapanthus.
You know why,
and I know why.

We will walk along the esplanade beside the sand
to the end, where there is a sward
of green, green, how I love you green...
(verde, verde, que te quiero verde...)
and I will whisper to the grass.
You know why I will whisper,
and I know why.

We will imagine we are with Odysseus and his crew.
We will cross the foot-bridge,
and we will find ourselves stranded
on an island of Lotophagi (Lotus Eaters).
You will never want to leave.
You know why.

We will spend our time
studying the sundew
and its sticky heart.
We will follow the path
used by the bees...

and I know why.