Rome—If Only You Were Here

A poem by Catherine

The sun, setting into St. Peter’s Basilica—a building created to catch it; 

The most inglorious and fortunate time of life, set free by marble; 

A tapestry of sky, caught on the tip of a fountain and lifted from the earth; 

Angels with hands aloft, lining a tomb's pathway with song and spear; 

Rome, a memory of history and lineage, of passion and conflict, of extravagance and mundanity, of humans. 

Photo by Kelli