A craggy cove of Irish green and spray
Rome’s sun-washed marble plazas and diminutive espressos
But before that, shiny copper toes and nose of Bremen town musicians
Jerusalem’s crookedy paths, coaxing vendors, spice mounds
Piercing glacier breeze in Swiss Alps, milk chocolate bars on chewy bread
Acres of rainbow fields below sea level and pristine curtain-less Dutch windows
Mediterranean, Aegean, Irish, Baltic, Galilean, Dead Sea waters splashed throughout
Southern Cross, Iguazu Falls, mandioca, churrascaria
Syrupy, flaky baklava and two bald brother hills of Mars and the Parthenon
The fish wife in Waterford, children with shining eyes reaching for ice creams
My Polish mom who fussed me soup and heard my silent tears and kissed me quiet
Neighbors who regaled me with stories of feeding cats and shutting the courtyard gate.
Place and people
And the ring of the globe
Circling its frame.