Venezia

The water never stops changing

Glass on glass

Slips of time

catch so that

the sound of the water moves me

Gentle slops beneath boats

molten

Moulded in

Furnaces

Through mirrors

my soul receives each wrinkle

Glass

photons swarm on/off the water

Milky white

then blackish

beyond grey

then sage green

Blue

Fanciful brown

This city’s water brings a peace

into bones

It cradles

and splashes

my heart with San Marco’s silence