In Pienza

Ron – An Invitation

 

In Pienza we walked

down stone weary streets

old with memories,

long before we were

ever born.

Your gentle hand in mine,

mine nestled in yours, in

complete comfort.

Our eyes

finding one another in a

a home we had always known,

lost in hours outside of time.

Each house, each doorway,

and hidden corner, spoke

to us of ages ago,

of Renaissance Masters

who shaped a new world,

an urban landscape.

We were more than

young again,

moving as children

delighted with

a hopeful sense

of self discovery.

Seeing ourselves, our

dreams, gazing back

at us in each new face

that smiled and said "buon giorno".

Smiles that warm us even

now, like a bonfire burning

in the Tuscan twilight

on Christmas Eve, found

in night's dark resurrection.

In a stillness, that finds

a Christ child, waiting within

a womb to be born.

 

 

New Doorways

Ambika - Replies

 

buon giorno

buon giorno

 

stillness from night's

long sojourn cobbled streets covered

walls of the room

like silk

 

slow gaze of sun under the door

spoke of another time

outside sheets of aeons remind

 

buon giorno

smiling like the masters

rebirthing worlds that slept

pointed by stars

 

buon giorno

cried school going kids

outside on cobbled streets

giggling at raindrops

 

school bags on nervous shoulders

excited at unknown pages unopened

 

toes stuck out to meet the light

buon giorno

 

this hallowed silence

breathed into dome of room

 

remembering Sa

woven in one clasped hand

Pienza … womb, not just a city

 

so we are born… in

sapiente

new doorways swing open

on hidden hinges…

 

 

 

 

 

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Taoli-Ambika Talwar

Ron Starbuck