Trinity Hospital

There was a gunboat on the river
when you led me to your new favourite spot:
a home for retired sailors;
squat, white, stuccoed,
with a golden bell.

It could have been a lost Greek chapel,
a monument to light,
designed to remind the old boys
of their leave on Ionic shores
among tobacco and fruit trees.

Just after rain,
sunlight stood between us
like a whitewashed wall.