Another Lesson of Observation

Later on, as a group, we walked to Tresevere and were given the same task as before: eat lunch and observe the interactions with one another. Karley and I again walked and walked until we stumbled upon a place. There, we weathered a rain storm and a break in the outdoor tent ceiling during said storm. The waiters were understanding and quick to accommodate the unwanted situation.

This time, though, we were tasked with writing a longer poem about our experience. I chose to focus on the blend of two cultures, sitting together at shared tables.

Bonguiro

I say with a southern twang 

my culture, no matter where, never wanes 

The strong fences encase my soft heart

aligns my values

never apart 

but for this is not only true for just I 

Hello

You say with an Italian twang 

your culture, no matter where, never wanes 

Strong fences encase your soft heart 

aligns your values 

never apart 

our fences are true. 

safeguarding our beat.  

we reside on different streets. 

we built different fences. 

Around our diverse hearts. 

yet today we sit, one foot apart 

abiding in unison. 

two worlds together once apart. 

while it may be cuisine that brings us together 

I pray for your kindness to never weather. 

the pasta and cheese settles, disappears with consumption. 

but what we learn from each other causes no eruption. 

rather we sit. different fences, shared tables.