Hassle

I packed jeans, a shirt and a bar of soap and kept on traveling.

Flew nine hours over frost covered mountains of meringues, and kept on traveling.

Arrived in the land of thick accents, sugarless coffee and pastas.

 Put on a pair of thick tortoiseshell sunglasses, a wool jacket and kept on traveling.

Noticed the spires on the chapel Duomo and how Donatello carved his ancient reliefs.

Images of saintly choirs provide no solace in the night, in search shelter - kept on traveling.

Passed Da Vinci’s horse and climbed flights of marble steps to find a small wooden retreat.

Slept in the darkness of forgotten architecture above trees twisted as overgrown nails, kept on traveling.

There was a bridge where two mermaids stood sentry with giant spades.

The castle walls had been crumbling for some time now, the soldier within kept on traveling.

And there was Caesar draped in egg cream linens and surrounded by Ovid’s words.

When Rome was still small the rulers told their peoples of colored spices, they kept on traveling.

And there was an iridescent mosaic figurine of a woman arching her back towards the sun.

When white light swept through the depths of a prism, the rainbow kept on traveling.

In tangles of carrot leafs, rutabaga and the roots of potato, crickets can chirp time.

It was curious how after noticing the one store named after your sister, you kept on traveling.

When we first entered the arch the contorted faces against the walls were omens.

I covered myself in thick Eau De Toilette and kept on traveling.

We replicated the ripples of the water in the deep canals dug by pitiable men.

Watched as the seagull that shivered on the nave of a concrete bridge, kept on traveling.

We ate decayed kiwis, out of season, beneath the cold shadows of palace arches.

What do the clouds know of a home, like them we kept on traveling.

Keren Veisblatt is a freshman at the George Washington University who is still relatively confused about her major. She dabbles in Political Communication as well as Museum Curation. She feels weird speaking in third person ergo, this description might sound rather forced. She was also once a pigeon in Brussels thinking about being a human and anthropomorphism.