One Day in Italy

‘To arrive at the place you know not, you must go by the way you know not.’

– St. John of the Cross


How many times the bloody GPS

led us astray. It pointed us down stairs,

over a cliff, into a pathless field

barbed-wire barred and pocked with curious cows.


Castel Gandolfo, where Pope Benedict

lives out retirement from the Papacy,

was a particular disaster when

Ms. Garmin found a street of the same name

in a completely different town. And how

we found Pienza, only Jesus knows.


Still it’s in Italy, and here we are,

photographed sipping Strega in a bar,

lamps lighting up the narrow cobbled street

where soft rain falls and happy lovers meet.