CarniValentine...

CarniValentine...de Venezia  2015

five o clock in the evening

growing dark
        

 

 

 

 

 and there 

Sunday morning mass 

just comes to its end

  

 

  

  

like the snow and the cold

and the drear and the fog of the mountain

 

                   

constant contrasts fill my mind 

causing my countenance to change in an instant

smiling at sheer beauty

opening my eyes and tears weep down my face

always at mass
and writing and speaking to family and friends

but now there's also the morning walk
along with the little ones and their mommas and papas
all of us going to school

and then this weekend 

walking down beautiful ancient liquid streets

    

           

  

 

    

 

  

 

  

  

   

 

 

  

  

  

those who belong 
and those who have purpose
and those who just wander along
under brightly lit darkness
in a distance spanning space and time

words are lost in the clamor and clutter

along with beauty in the despair

I reach out my hand 

and hold for an instant

in mine 
another's

reaching out wanting 

so much more than what I can ever even begin to give

 

  

confronted 

with an intensity of gratitude 

and the delicately hiddenness of covetousness 
desire
always wanting 
more

The Pesaro Palace where we stayed

  

  
so decadently and extravagantly blessed

by four stars

and no rain

and life experiences too glorious to ever have even been imagined

smiling and walking through the dizzying maze of days and night

giddy with expectation

playing the proper part without ever knowing what that might even be

surrounded by others doing the same

a click to remember 
the temporality of this place and time 
our very existence
  

 

and the man who I have lived with for almost 32 years 

and I've known for almost half a century
who has loved me all those years and more

           

this man who I thought I knew inside and out 

reveals that he wants a cape....

 

and donning a mask and wearing a cape

his simple desire so easy to satisfy

he speaks into the darkness

the words of longing that I don't even dare say to myself by day

revealing why the tears come

in the quiet 

within the silence

and all the while he holds me

 knowing that is exactly where I am to be

when all that I am

truly deeply 
is bowed down