Under cliffs rejoiced and ducked

Basque lips and Catalan fists

Watched the moon grow wide

Over silent forests of the north

Felt pure rage of Atlantic storms

Wind whipping Irish kelp

Found kindness in strangers’ eyes

Beyond a dozen borders

Laughed loud with Polish farmers

Sangria at dawn fiestas

Fanned phosphorescent mandalas

Kicking ripples every stroke

Endless bazaars, ancient cries

European light gentle dies

On breathless days through cobbled streets

Each promised hour unique

Strength in this meeting of eyes,

Linked hands and unities

Whilst greasy men wave their egos

In airless rooms

We call you sister, brother, friend:

And stand together.