On a Sunday, we are alone
in the piazza; the rain and
the midday rest have conspired
to leave it glorious, and all to ourselves
We stay in our corners,
maintaining safe distance before
coming together under the umbrella
where we can feel ourselves
Sharing this protected space,
we wander empty streets and forget
the uncertainty that holds us apart,
happy not to notice when the rain has stopped
Photo and poem © Daniel von der Embse
writing in airplanes 