reading Jack Gilbert
mourning his dead wife
the grey sky outside
the skeletal trees
missing Roman pines
the cobblestone roads
the fountains waters
the sound of church bells
feeling discontent
disconnected from
the life I live each
day blending from one
to the next mixing
up my sense of time.
the me sitting on the steps
of Piazza Santa Maria
feels more distant as the days pass
he sits waiting for me to walk
the streets of Trastevere once again
