the stone man

I haven't forgotten
the man,
old as stone, grey in his
folds.
his blue eyes
still lit with life
under his
black tight cap.
we waved
to him
in his chair upon
the ridge,
but he never waved back.
go on, his
gaze said. go back
to your cruise
ship, your lives,
your world. let me sit
here in the morning sun
of Greece
and not be a part of
you.