Today's poem is by Jennifer Franklin
When I arrived, I thought I knew how to live.
I saw my future as clearly as new frescoes
On stone. What I did not have, I made do without
Or invented: the trompe l'oeil mosaic in the summer
Triclinium for a real garden. The songs of birds
From the nymphaeum's painted trees. Long expert
At knowing the world through the words of others,
I thought there would be time to live. Before her
Diagnosis, my feeling of fortune, ostentatious
As patrician villas, tempted disaster. Like other
Citizens of Vesuvian towns, I feared disaster would find us
But could not bring myself to pack and leave.
Solace comes seldomas rare as a preserved section
Of fresco, framed in rough wood by archaeologists
To safeguard it still. That's how my insides look now
Ruined expanse of smooth stone, graffitied with residue
Of memory, caught under glass, visible if the light is right
With no glarefragmented, constant, red.
Copyright © 2015 Jennifer Franklin All rights reserved
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