In Rome

Robert Minicucci

Rushing to find antiquities to gawk at I discover a man in habits having a private moment. Here is one to ogle on

Has he received bad news from far away? Is he undertaking a daily ritual of prayer? contemplating his fate, his place in the holy world? coming to terms with his calling?

Hard to tell what’s more out of place holy man standing by a mini-cooper near a modern street on a warm May afternoon

Or the sporty quirky vehicle invading his moment in a place of divine antiquity on Via Eufemiano

Or my own contrarian ecumenical self-dialogue

In a place of holy history, of nugatory antiquity

I flick a shutter and Run to the van before it leaves

Relieved to bequeath unanswered questions to the surrounding ancient terra cotta walls.