We both had wandered through this world but I never expected to find him here waiting for me.
He never said a word. People just go where they will. And then he turned up here.
From the moment I arrived his eyes haunted me from every corner.
Between the darkness on the street. He watched.
Always patient. Sightly smiling. Apart. Cool.
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years and, yet, he looked just the same.
Alone in this watery city, I felt safe as he stood guard over me like I was somebody's baby. A sentry from my innocent years. My ever-present protector.
For one week I felt his presence as I jumped on a vaporetto here, popped into a basilica there.
His voice sang in my head. My own rock~&~roll Where~is~Waldo as I crossed the island one canal at a time.
Then one day, just like that, he was gone. Maybe he had better things on his mine. Who can really say?
His smooth face no longer keeping me company, his eyes no longer watching. In my heart I felt certain I would see him later anyway ...
But, I was not alone for very long...
By the second week of vacation I had a friend.
So comforting to know, as I ventured miles and miles from home, all I had to do was call out his name and wherever he was, he would come running to see me again.
All I had to do was call...
..or he could be stalking you...
Posted by: grrl+dog | June 06, 2009 at 08:06 PM
loved this walk full of photo's, perfect words and really good memories. :)
Posted by: 3rdEyeMuse | June 06, 2009 at 11:55 PM
Well, hey, at least its musicians that are worthy that remind of you of home. :) Could've been, i dont know, like, the Barney i love you you love me song composer, or Barry Mannilow (unless you're into him). :)
oy, now I have Copa Cabana runnin' through my head...
Posted by: Rhonda Roo | June 07, 2009 at 07:45 AM
Like a steamroller, baby!!!
Posted by: Vallen | June 07, 2009 at 04:27 PM
i love james taylor!
the first thing i did as i read this was immediately check to see if james taylor is in our area! but he is not- he will be in hamburg in july which is not a good time for us- shucks!
i know you were smiling from ear to ear when taking these photos- i love them
especially that of jb against the brick wall- nice
i know i said this before, but i am sending an email next :)
Posted by: elsa | June 08, 2009 at 07:07 AM
What a Great Thing, to be escorted all over Venice by two absolutely charming men! You lucky girl, you. ;)
You know, James Taylor is a local hero here in Chapel Hill, NC. He has a bridge named for him, and he comes back every year to the Smith Center on UNC's campus to do a fairly intimate concert. I'll let you know when, and you can come on up!
xoxo,
Kate
Posted by: shibori girl | June 08, 2009 at 10:35 AM