Reflective Mind

By Solange Patterson

Florence

I walked through streets that whispered time,
In Rome's soft cobblestones, I found a rhyme.
The ruins speak of lives once bold,
Yet in their silence, I grew old.

Florence’s air, so rich, so sweet,
Held secrets in each cobbled street.
I wondered why I always rushed,
When time here seemed to softly hush.

In Venice, where the canals bend slow,
I found the stillness in the flow.
A life once fast, now pulled to pause,
Reflecting on the little things I’d lost.

I sip my coffee, taste the sun,
See the world in colors spun—
The weight of history, the pull of dreams,
In Italy’s heart, nothing is as it seems.

Travel’s not just in places found,
But in the self I’ve come to crown.
I’ve learned that stillness is the key,
To find what’s lost inside of me.