Vacation Lens
Vacation lens
Through which I see
Each carefully crafted stone
Laid by multitude of calloused hand
Or strewn by centuries of time
Once carried by shrugged sinew
Bowed and heavy backs
Built by thick layers
Of want and need and servitude
Changed briefly by virtue of my vision
Now quaint, romantic, inspired
I find myself wishing
This lens would find my home
Fogging and releasing
All those
Boundaries, borders, bloody minutes
Till only charm is left
Along with gratitude
To have been visited, distilled
The ghost of me imagined
Noble enough
For history’s sake
And ideally captured
— by April Resnick
Photograph taken by me in Rome
sometimesihatemycat 
ah, the wonder of the travelling eye
It is a wonder, just as much is the eye we apply to home. Thanks for reading. It is nice to be back home and writing.
Constructed beautifully