wedged on a ledge
the ancient lane overlooks
alleys steep with history
sorrento named for sirens,
minerva, the people embodied
in crafts and wisdom
a traditional italian dish
of mussels arranged on a plate
then off to the gelateria
the places named for biblical
as well as polytheistic
borrowings from greece
the commune of amalfi and towns
perched upon a precipice
as the windy way bends
around cantilevered architecture
the bridges and aquaducts
that engineered positano,
big buses packed with people
rooftop domes on patstel homes
cafes, galleries, boutiques
overlook a narrow mediterranean beach
where towers watched for saracen pirates
reminder of the maritime power
of renaissance italy,
the tiled maps on imported arts
from constantinople,
st. andrew martyred on an a-shaped cross,
a freak storm saved the town from pirates
but this is no haven from modern day tourists.
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