Castelo di Gaiche , Umbria 3-20-09

I woke to dovesong
Warm in the morning crispness of the castle.
Flashes of birdflight broke the sun through the window.
Wooden beams overhead have become iron
Forged by eight centuries.
Sleeping purrs of people nearby I love.
Soon we start the day
And I become Italian, Umbrian, Etruscan
-part of the white woman of the castle
-part of the thirty generations who walked here.
I hope they cried for the beauty of the land
And felt such joy.

I begin the adventure of ending
Grateful for awakening experiences
Grateful for love and loving
Content to join the walk of those before.