Mar 2019
The sea crashes hard into
the black boulders
of the harbor.
Fountains of spume dribble
landward into crevices.
Shrouded in gloom, I climb
slippery black stairs to see
the spectacle.
Rough sailing ahead.
Rough rains behind.
Cinque Terre craves attention.
Five Lands of building blocks
And pastel colors.
I stand on the *****
of indecision, stumbling
toward the rocky marketplace.
Can I buy peace there?
Can I make fire on the waves?
Riomaggiore anchors my fall
onto the watery stones,
black and blind.
Face down,
I float the Five Beauties of spume.
It is safe among the crevices.
the black boulders
of the harbor.
Fountains of spume dribble
landward into crevices.
Shrouded in gloom, I climb
slippery black stairs to see
the spectacle.
Rough sailing ahead.
Rough rains behind.
Cinque Terre craves attention.
Five Lands of building blocks
And pastel colors.
I stand on the *****
of indecision, stumbling
toward the rocky marketplace.
Can I buy peace there?
Can I make fire on the waves?
Riomaggiore anchors my fall
onto the watery stones,
black and blind.
Face down,
I float the Five Beauties of spume.
It is safe among the crevices.
Cinque Terre is the name of five villages (or "lands") on the Italian Riveria; they are linked by walking paths along the sometimes mountainous terrain. All but one of them face the sea. They are noted for their pastel-colored buildings stacked high upon one another. Riomaggiore is one of the largest villages
