Standing in the bulk aisle at the food market
my day is unbalanced and then a woman brushes next to me.
She smells familiar; a mediterranean fig perfume
and in a blink, my being is pierced with feelings
from adventures among streets of Venice.
We're walking down alleys; lost and wide-eyed
A mime, some cathedrals, street graffiti
Sharing a lost experience and coffee.
I return to my bulk aisle, but not completely.
Somewhat lost, but more balanced nevertheless.
She is unaware of the gift she returned to me,
a gift I would never think to ask for
yet given to me at a time most needed.