Packing
Unpacking
Repacking

Another day
Another week
Another year

I've lost count
Of the steps, the miles, the kilometers
I've logged since leaving home.

Eccomi qua
(Here I am)
In your ideal city,
Perfectly proportioned,
The way they all said
You'd be.

I am a poet, a pilgrim,
A lover of all things
Wise and beautiful.
I have traveled
A long way
To admire you.

Now I am here,
And I see that your beauty
Lies not in your buildings
Or your streets
But in the timeless view
Of the valley below
Where the past meets the future
And the virtual becomes real.

I spot a narrow path through the fields below.
My journey begins anew.

Rosalind Resnick

Sept. 16, 2017