GOING BEYOND TIME

Embracing tomorrow

after reading parts

of Julius Caesar

on the Ides of March

remembering in Italy

the newly baptized red sky

turning blue

going beyond time

as several birds in columns

arriving like Pasolini's

opening words to greet us
who after all is our brother too

as laughing tourists by the gates
and student princes
now starry eyed
read you out loud
at a Roman bookstall

remembering my first Latin lessons

in recognizing the roots

of these ancestral pockets

in a thin paper mache collection

from your knotted
own post-war faces

those poetry pictures 

from a rejected childhood

as tiny snow flakes

appear on the beach

rippling into a diary

of writing Thursday on a page

my hand stretched out

to touch the branches

now white with much joy

that the long winter

may be over my palm
in a third month finger of fate

from the stormy Bay rain

which drenches the Coast

walking on the sand

the sun flickers 

its first light of sailing

and intoxicates the day

which shapes our tongue

of verse's vulnerability

asking for wisdom

to make it through.