At every turning

I counted the columns of the Temple -

Each one was pitted by time -

Like tall trees made of stone -

Marked by long winters -

At every turning in the city -

I walked with my two darlings amongst invisible people -

Past churches, palaces, broken colonnades -

Feeling the rain on our faces -

Walking towards the fountain -

When we, too, would become memory - 

Rome 

Temple of Hadrian

April 2025