An Evening Walk In Tuscany. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

I walked from the big house to the villas
In the cool of the late tuscan night
I smelt wheat grass and orange blossom
I heard owls and night birds
And rustling in the grass
I saw twinkling lights on distant hills
I felt a thousand years press against my throat
I took the shy silence
Deep into my mouth and ate it
I sensed the dust of a summer night
Felt it envelop and Tusconise me
And I wished I could have remained
In this cool scented darkness
Far away from the conversations
That these days I am forced to have
I would have liked to have turned
Purposely off this road
Plunged straight into that thicket
And become a wild boar, a springing deer
Maybe a rabbit or jumping hare
With beautifully less to think of
Alas up ahead lay my reception
And I braced, sucking in the last of the air
And spat
Into the night dust.