My life can be defined
as I suppose all lives can –
in their own uniquely common ways –
as a continual awakening.
From grand darkness, into immediate brilliance
and then the slow and steady awakening –
some dulling toward the end… (if one is ‘lucky’)
and then to a place unknown…
most likely the grand darkness, yet again.

as it is right now,
a Wednesday morning
approaching nine in the morning,
the excited bells of Venice
sing their historicity every half hour;
with a few soft lullabies in between,
the sun is bright, the breeze cool
and the city, strange in its splendor
awakens for the 582,540th day
(give or take a few)