? for my daughter, Sarah
Maybe it was because we’d been traveling in Italy
for two weeks with our three-year old
and had finally gotten the hang of being on vacation
that it came to me in that teensy hill town
while sharing sodas with two Italian motorcyclists
decked out in red and white leather,
surrounded by the glory-be-to-God mountains,
the love of my daughter and husband
coming at me from all sides
that at this moment,
I was standing on top of the world,
I was standing on top of the world.
© by Jean Colonomos.
Used with the author’s permission.