Farfalla

I stand at my open window
holding between my palms a bright red cafe latte bowl
and sip my morning elixir.

As the steam wafts from its rim
I look down onto Via Zanobi
to observe the people as they cycle, walk and drive by
and look up over the terracotta rooftops
to admire the dome of Il Duomo
and the mist that encases the Tuscan landscape.

After a while the sun begins to warm my face
and I etch the shawl away from my shoulders.

In the background
Radio Subasio is playing a mix of contemporary music
the apartment needs spring cleaning
and the washing needs to be done.

Later I'll go out walking
stop to visit friends
and then finish some sketches and writing
before leaving for Prato to attend a party.

I feel fierce as a lion
but as happy and enthusiastic as a child.