SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO GET LOST IN THE WORLD
By Greg Moglia
I got lost in Venice once
In the labyrinth of sides and sides of streets
With shop after shop that sells
Those little carnival dolls
Black circles about the eyes
No canals to be seen
A sense of death ready to slip out
of any of the tiny shops
grab me by the neck, pull me down
Say to me Did I need this walk?
In a sweat I turn this way and that
Still lost, but then up this lane and there
The cafes, the music - safe
Freed into the everyday - Venice for the visitor
Yet travel into the back streets
Where day light turns to dark,
something digs at me…something about dying
To be lost without trying…without choice