Turchino Dreams

Turchino Dreams

She strolled along the cobblestone narrow boganvilla draped road.
Large straw basket in hand held some fresh market purchases.  Strap sandals on tan feet with pink polish.
Her hair pulled back and tucked under her straw hat.
She stops to pet a cat in the window sill before making her way inside her retreat.
Placing the basket on the rough painted kitchen table, she then lifts the bouquet of mixed petals
and runs water into the clear yellow vase with imbedded air bubbles.
She gathers things to make tea.
The breeze from the window cools her brow.
She came here to Capri
to remember a magic moment in her past.
It had not changed except
for the calendar.
Overlooking the Bay of Salerno she observes a rich deep blue of the water and fishing boats tethered at the shore and the rugged cliffs beyond.
She watches the chairlift
climb high to the top.

The tea pot whistles and she pours the steaming water over the tea and closes her lashes and breathes the aroma of lemongrass.

Pen to paper she jots down some random thoughts of her trip here long ago with her family.
It is still vividly fresh on her mind.  It's the love that remained here that
captivates and entices her.

Long afternoon shadows cast their spell on her.  She goes into the town square among the local
shops and restaurants.
A vintage cab crosses her path.  A glass of wine, fresh bread and cheese
awake her senses.  She watches and looks for lost faces among the people who stroll by.  Maybe they
have returned to this magical place and are looking for her.

Cathy Windham
6/8/14