pause to live

plateToday’s Daily Post at WordPress asks “If you could pause real life and spend some time living with a family anywhere in the world, where would you go?” This time last year I met Letizia and her husband Ruurd. Five days was the appetizer that will bring us back one day.

Alla Madonna del Piatto

 For years they wandered, seeking to live
in one place for a length of time
for roots, child, livelihood
to become as one. They found this spot

perched in the hills above Assisi
home to pagan goddess, revered saints
undisputed holy land of olive, grape
and opportunity.

So settled here. As if a sign,
found buried in the ancient house
a plate, a graceful figure beckoning
them to re-imagine place.

And so they worked, restored,
created home and guest space, too,
with groves and orchards to feed them,
provide means of living well.

From here we see the revered hill
upon which sits so much history
of pagan, Christian, Roman, Jew –
their destinies layered, ever new.
–  swb

under the tuscan sun

Ancient olive tree at Sant Antimo monastery

The ancient olive rises
slow on its thickened base
rooting into soil of centuries
of virgin flavors

paired with vineyards
and traditional terracotta
filings of tile and statue, stone soil
signifying senses utterly unique.

No way to transplant or grow
beyond this circle of towns
where Etruscan lives left their legacy
in shards of living, cultured

long before we knew the names
of those who defended their right
to peace on lush land
against neighbor towns who tried

and failed to grow the layered depth
of flavor, life, that flourishes
unbound from these Orcian hills
under the Tuscan sun.