Under the captured glare

of an awakening sun

My morning hands

lean on the veneer of smooth marble

Random splashes of cold water

tap my semi conscious mind

A longing has brought me here

to the fountain of Trevi

The pumped liquid

reaches high then cascades

A dance of the seas

over seen by Neptune's eyes

Tiny rainbows of guidance,

float pretty amongst excited bubbles

I shade my eyes

as the ghost of Kelpie appears

The insipid taste

of nothingness, washes down my throat

I feel strong hands

pull at my immersed head

I came to bathe in literature,

read the folded scroll

I came dressed to learn

not be the dismounted jockey

Fully awake!

I thank my Roman liberators

I watch each heavy drip

strike the complex mosaic floor

My angry words

circulate and echo a violent mood

If I am to fall on any sword

let it be sharp, tempered steel and not this foolish dream