This is where you have arrived: city of dreams and shadows,
a maze of nameless streets, closed entrance halls and small squares.
Layers of red roof tiles rise on three hills enclosing the suckling
inside bastion walls. Loneliness rings from the tongues of the
as swallows swoop at home in their own sky. The light is fading
and bright restaurants fill with lives that are not yours.
Couples kiss in the Piazza del Campo, while evening gathers in
the corner of the square. A waiter brings a basket of bread,
a carafe of wine. Desire fills the empty spaces. There’s nowhere
to get to anymore, as arm in arm with what might have been,
you make your passeggiata past courtyards and shuttered windows,
with no way of knowing which direction points home.
The day’s heat declines to Edenic
Warmth while a golden glow lengthens
Strewing transfiguration over strollers
And loungers, trees and terraces, telling
Of eternity in time’s still moment.