on Bernini’s colonnade
muses on sainthood and tourism
and the impermanence of stone.
Below her talons
the saint
is silent.  

These great-columned arms
have embraced the impermanence
of human folly,
war and triumph–
and one solitary pope,
in a time of pandemic,
walking in silent rainfall
to pray.

The splash of the fountains
calls her back to the sea.