One Year Later we Spoke of Lisbon
Among the small corners
in tops of a city Portugal
sitting in the shade of a tired castle
the layering facades of streets
having people all between.
These colors, nice from the sky
darkest green, all shades of brown land
rolling white paths around them
red roof urban collages
the busy amount of people
an organized pattern of buildings.
Music invites a look through
to the band playing, hidden in the back
people dancing on low roofs, hiding in terraces.
Pockets of churchyard men
their old-age game of cards,
people behind their dark slit shutters
more people waiting in shops
leading near the ocean.
I tell you I am
unfamiliar but attached to this
degree of separation
where the city is like the sea
a background resonating
and when traveling, a comfort of consistency
to release missing
and find instead the fair sounds of hope.