Day One: Trovami in posti alti

it’s like a dream
finding yourself in the morning
at the base of a mountain
while others drink
their caffè and cornetti
my soul starts to skip

it’s adventure
walking up that curving road
midway, deep in peace
alone, then not, then alone again
with blanket of fog enveloping me
my laugh bursts out

it’s like finding an old you, a new you
seeing the end, but that’s not the goal
that high point where the sun shines
people chattering and visiting
fog down below, snow covered mountains far out
live, live, let every you live

I’m a little late in joing NaPoWriMo this year but I’ve been in Italy having some adventures.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s