“We’re in Italy”, you said,
And your words
suddenly amazed me,
opening the moment like waking.
And I was overcome
by the simple beauty
of being alive, there, with you.
It poured through us,
a river of blues and liquid gold.
And all we could do
was to drift in its ancient flow,
with colours and music.
“I am here”, I said
“And here and here”,
waking in the beauty
of opening with you.
Each moment unfolding
through reflected patterns of light.
The blue chair and the blue tiles.
An Italian sky and the voices of bells.
Amazed by the beauty of being alive,
as it poured through us,
that magic, that moment,
opening into patterns of light,
as we filled each other with each other
and exhaled the sun.