Che Bella Vista - Poem by Ben Gieske
Frothy clouds swimming in
Eyebrowing the cresting hill
One last surge splintering
Like sheep fleeing wolves
just out of reach
The Umbrian valley below
Stretching out in repose
As the waters flow
Che bella vista with a country pose.
far below my feet
Walking the cobble stones
Treading upward an Assisi via
To view the Giotto Frescoes
Clouding the basilica walls of San Francisco
hard on my feet
Poised on the step of her threshold
A young girl, another Giotto of five or six
Pencil and paper in hand’s hold
Sketches a figura, che bella vista
just beyond my reach
For un momento between her pencil strokes
She looks up, we touch each other’s eyes.
I feel the warmth of those pastel hues.
Che bella vista, what a wonderful view
just within reach
Those church wall frescoes have clouded since,
No longer framed in my memory,
Beyond the hill, beyond the valley,
Beyond the cobblestone street,
She opens her eyes and we still meet.
always within reach
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