Torgiano

Outside the window of a hillside restaurant
in Torgiano, a tuxedo tomcat paces the rows
of an olive grove, pausing to sharpen his claws
or sniff the air for directions to his own lunch.
Two glasses of red to prepare me for the Museo
del Vino, watching local construction workers
struggling to talk with their hands while holding
cell phones and stringing Christmas lights,
I am exactly where I need to be.  My feet
will get me to the next town, and the one after,
the buses and trains and sunsets and coffee
all swirling together in one creamy memory
of this time, this journey through Italy.