05/24/2009am


REFLECCIONE

I've been in Italy now a week, a thousand forevers, it seems;
So far, I've met countless people, and for most, I don't know names;
Like the cabbies in Firenze, or La Bella Dona on the train.
Then there's the handful I'm daily with: profs, fellow students from 'cross the pond;
Teaching, learning; absorbing; we students, tabla rossa, to be written upon.
Italy is a tapestry, a weaving of then and now;
Where old age is venerated, but youth embraced, too.
Although this place now feels like home, I know I cann0t stay;
So in one brief, timeless week, I must go away.
But Iwill bring this country home, with her customs, people, places;
Although I don't know all their names, in my heart, I'll keep their faces.