Todi

In Todi, I had coffee and let the bus leave,
waiting at the cathedral for the sunset and
the revelations I thought I might have. I was
pretty sure there was one more bus to the
train station, and if not, someone would take me,
somewhere. Headlights charged at me, I kissed
the medieval walls and laughed, knowing
it wouldn't be a bad way to go, crushed
by the present too big for the past, in Italy,
in Umbria. The cafe closed and the last bus came,
ever fashionably late, and the winding turns
of the dark countryside blurred past my
window, as I wondered what his arms
would feel like around me.