Villa


Gone are the days when a man reflected,
Walking the cloisters of his own domain,
On the bearings and how they connected.

From the ante-room with a painted sky
To the garden with a mosaic drain,
Gone are the days when a man reflected

The imagery of a place and time gone by
Posing questions about why weights must put strain
On the bearings and how they connected

To ways of stopping the tracks of a fly
Then, in astigmatism, to complain,
Gone are the days when a man reflected

Whether it was the intention to pry
Or that they might know where to place a bane
On the bearings and how they connected

To a dial to tell themselves not to cry
When the bubble burst in the falling rain.
Gone are the days when a man reflected
On the bearings and how they connected.

Bevagna, 28 1 2009