Hemingway's Hideaway

And so, I walked
almost choking on my own breathlessness  
tears just bursting onto my blushed cheeks
emotion, I could not contain 
 
wearing my dark oversized sunglasses
was a blessing today 
not just because
there was a magnificent sun
but because, I was crying uncontrollably with joy
 
I was beside the Grand Canal
finally, in sight was
the beautiful Bridge of Rialto  
divided into three stair cases 
an architectural miracle
marble that has defied
​​​​​​the test of time itself
  
the sound of the seagulls
and to witness the atmosphere
of pure love
to watch the romantic gondola’s
passing underneath it
other women, wearing
oversized sunglasses
I imagine like me
they too were overwhelmed
​​​​​with all the romance and beauty?
 
now i’m on a taxi boat
speeding gently out
onto the lagoon
sitting next to real venetian people
writing my words onto paper
so excited to see my next view

a glimpse of Hemingway’s hideaway
in the hope that some of his magic
will one day, rub off onto me.