If one day

If one day you go looking

And I am not where you last left me.

You will find me in the arches of Rome,

And in the smiles of the locals of Vernazza.

You will recognize me in the midnight rains on the beaches of Busan,

And the little blue capped boy who frolicked on the streets of Jeju.

I will be the pomodoro margherita in Venezia

And the home-cooked steak of Firenze.

The wine and cheese of Abu Dhabi

And the kimchi stew lunches of Daechi.

You will see me in the sunrise of Montauk

And in the red dress of Fort Lauderdale.

You’ll find me there just as you left me,

Just more certain of the truths I have discovered in life.