by Autumn Tallant

 

Cool, crisp,

And a little damp.

Mild, foggy,

And a little early.

Roll out of bed, and feet hit the ground.

Heavy cedar trunks sore from a 12 mile day.

Eyelids tempted to fall back into

Oblivion.

Slip on some lighter clothes,

No shoes.

The cobbles are soft enough.

Bare feet are a connection with Earth.

Waiting for the troop out in the breeze.

Stretching, waiting.

Feeling empowered with the

Breath of ancient stones.

The team arrives and it’s a go.

Take off into the crisp morning- ancient fog.

Huffing and huffing and puffing and huffing

As speed is a necessity-

“Survive, survive-”

Adrenaline pumping, high on life, high on oxygen-

Coloseo.

A tower among the masses-

Rounding the corner on our ancient street,

Footsteps pounding the ground, rounding the corner-

Coloseo.

A colossus among men-

Strength of the gods,

Hail! To Mars from fragile Earth.

Eons, eons- Coloseo.

Coloseo- colossus among men.

Struggles of slaves and criminals

Lions- Lions- Colosseo.

Towering ancient mighty

Invincible

Power and might of Mars.

Breathlessly in awe of the Ancient

Colosseo- colossus among men.

Refreshed with those

Those ancient stones will never crumble

I stand in awe of the Colosseum of the Ancients, a symbol of status and struggle and of pain and purpose.

A morning run around the corner-

Standing

Awe of

The

Ancients

They

Colosseo

Awe

Purpose

Run

Colosseo

Rome.