‘To arrive at the place you know not, you must go by the way you know not.’
– St. John of the Cross
How many times the bloody GPS
led us astray. It pointed us down stairs,
over a cliff, into a pathless field
barbed-wire barred and pocked with curious cows.
Castel Gandolfo, where Pope Benedict
lives out retirement from the Papacy,
was a particular disaster when
Ms. Garmin found a street of the same name
in a completely different town. And how
we found Pienza, only Jesus knows.
Still it’s in Italy, and here we are,
photographed sipping Strega in a bar,
lamps lighting up the narrow cobbled street
where soft rain falls and happy lovers meet.
