Poem: Rain in Venice

Rain in Venice

It is raining, and you can hear
the wind beyond the walls,
wind you remember with fear,

wind that once swirled about you
on an open sea, tossed you
like a leaf in the maelstrom

leaving you senseless, dizzy,
without direction, lost,
unable to escape

your own thoughts, unable
to see beyond the clouds and rain
even after they had passed.

It is raining,
and the memory is still vivid,
yet

now you can step back,
confident of the walls that stand between
you and the open sea,

confident that you may rest tonight
letting the rain lull you to sleep
as you dream, not of shipwrecks,

but of the coming dawn.

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The picture was taken in (where else?) Venice. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom