The Pope & His Son

I dreamt of the pope and his son

nonsensical except with eyes closed

Italy, untamed and free. A sea on the rise

reclaiming what was always hers. She

whipped blue waves to release structure

mighty fortresses vanishing in one breath

as the pope and his son washed

naked in her womb

and I, above the horizon

watching in awe this wild fresco

of rebirth