Italy is (not?) therapy
Two weeks in Italy
should not be therapy,
but it is.
Vacation cannot be
substitute for true remedy,
but it is.
Two weeks free
of this phone, chaining me
to stress, to worry, to trouble,
should not be the solution
to my soul’s dissolution,
but I’ll happily stay in this bubble.
Upon journey’s end,
my true work will begin.
This is not real life; I know this.
but now there’s the scent of heaven from the breeze
through groves of fragrant lemon trees.
This is not real life, but it IS.
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Hi R! “It is! Ut is!” my i ner voiceshouted as I read this, so i liked your ending! As a teen, I had a mentor who kept nagging me to “Live in the now!,”. I kept trying to obey her command & after some years, wrote to convince her I was. But she kept on writing back saying, “No. Not yet you’re not.” Well, now in Old age, I can say there are probably few teens who live in the Now— without having things of their own, rules they set for themselves, loads of dreams about their llives YET TO COME. Living in the Now, I think is actually kind of rare…A gift. A time of ease without life being blistering. You did find th it sounds like as you lived it in the days sourcing this poemI thank u for writing this. Bravo!
Thank you so much! I had a period in time this spring when work and life were pretty much terrible and two weeks in Italy fixed it ALL. And honestly, holding on to that feeling is still fixing it all. I wish vacation life were everyday life but think it is in some ways a more “real” life even. I was DEFINITELY living in the now!