maiden flight

(first legs)

from within
will resurface the old stories.
the ones imagined just for me.
Girl Penny and Boy Penny,
loafer passengers.

Whose adventures were they for?
Grandma, did you wish to see the world?
Like the secret ingredient
in Thanksgiving gravy,
did you stir into me your longings?
Did you envision me solo explorer?

I open to receive who we were, and
who it's imaginable still to be.

Here I am,
miles away and beyond,
tasting boundaries
where new edges are grafted.
And some, original
wildest imaginings.

Here I am,
having the times of my lives.
Sitting upon ancient stones,
the ones quarried and carried.
True blue Aegean, my eyes behold,
hearing orators and philosophers
on the wind.

Here I was,
in the energetic presence
of Aristotle and Aristophanes.
Here, where visionary Pericles
brought glories to his
pledged Goddess,
loving her form in Aspasia.

Here stand I,
within the mathematic
language of God,
head bowed in gratitude
for sacred geometry.
Here imprinted,
photographed by stangers.
Did we recognize
each the other
from when we'd trod
these corridors before?

Here, amid cries and cheers,
were Caesars, Christians and charioteers.
The glory that was, still is,
alive in cobblestones.
Here too, my soul borne via Appian way.
Church chimes measuring time.

Here I slumber, to arise
humming morning arias,
appreciating work-bound descendants of
Cicero, Caraveggio and Claudius.
I partake a daily ritual,
counter sipping biscotti soaked expresso.

Here lay I
on back in awe,
a challenge to boys
in red dresses.
Here I, Isis
the veiled and ineffable one
they thought suppressed,
shedding my coin
in fountain and papal box.
I assure our way into their heaven.

Called am I,
to stand again on beloved shores.
Rapallo welcomed,
pensione ensconced,
I am brought from sleep
to ripe bounty unloaded
outside my balcony window.
Romeo to Juliet meeting at dawn.
Portofino piloted,
Here rest I, child delighted
by sweet gelato dripping.
Grazi Ristorante Puny.

Railed cross frosted crags,
I arrive, Elysee side.
Here I and they,
coquettes sipping champagne,
Chanel clad and enchantee.
Plaintive song emerges,
La Sparrow rehearses.
We, the sigh floating Seine-ward,
awaiting lover's return.

Too mute
to draw in elegant word,
I, eye sight of Paris alighting.
Faerie realm sparks appearing
first sky, then mirroring Earth.
Here I, daughter of Sacre Coeur
from the doorway gazing.