Innocence vs. Experience

This is the Place That I Love.

Hush.

Listen to the verve of the birds,

as a slim waitress serves hors douvres,

and the Cervia observes.

Quiet.

Watch the arches curve

to surf on the macchiato waves.

Silence.

Look down at your drink.

Imagine the world in a coffee cup.

Take a spoon;

build continents out of frothy milk

and watch the bitter brown liquid

become boiling oceans.

Shh.

Drink it all up.

Take it all in.

This is the place that I love.