The wind took me to Italy

Italia, if you will

I told him to slow

But he whisked me away

Like the baker

’s hand

Buon appetito! Waving his greasy napkin at me Venice’s gondola

What a sight!

Glowing marquees

And pastel cityscape

Laughs and glasses on the canal

But the wind liked it too

I begged him to leave You’re ruining it!

He frowned, old thing

Milan came next

Renaissance walls

Of Luini, Canova

And da

Vinci, of course

I yawned. The wind breathed a laugh.

And tugged me along.

Sardinia? He asked. Yes, please! Yes, please!

Oddly giant rocks Over a wash of turquoise sea.

The wind was thrilled, He almost pushed me in!

Then he asked, where next?

Home! I cried out. Please, please!

He swept me up And with a gentle push Sent me soaring back To my little pink bed.

He tapped my window And said farewell. Wait, don’t go!

I opened the window, Just as light And let him in.