"I stumble about, dazed..." -- a poem
A passage from my diary on my last morning in Florence:
26 July 2017...
Lumi, the woman who runs this hostel, makes me an espresso, with some nutella and biscotti for breakfast. Bells are ringing, the air is cool. I will leave my luggage here in the hostel and wander around Florence. Then I will come back at two and catch a train to Rome.
Last night I walked far down along the Arno River to a restaurant right on the river bank. I watched a glorious sunset and ate good food. I felt a little lonely; I think I might be ready to go home again.
Here are a few of the many photos I took inside the Palazzo Pitti:
I stumble about, dazed,
ravished by sunlight…
My soul is a shattered vessel;
each day it breaks,
many times each day,
again and again it cracks open,
and is reformed, remade,
and filled again with beauty,
---one of my Italy poems