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.