Sport 29: Spring 2002
Where is Gorbio?
Where is Gorbio?
Morning spent where the sky
goes up to heaven.
First a ship drifts by, then
a dragon, then Jesus beckoning
from a doorway. His donkey's
tethered to a tree below the castle
at the edge of the medieval garden.
Down into blossom with our swords
and arrows. Children lost
to the trees. Home through lilac—
thyme in our pockets,
a crumpled moth.