Just in time I remembered that I’ve got a poem to write for the A and I Poetry Challenge. Luckily I was in Trieste yesterday where poetry tops the daily news.
The challenge tells us to “turn on the radio to any channel. Write a poem inspired by the first thing you hear (lyrics to a song, a commercial, etc.)” Over here with my parents in Slovenia news is in the air.
To Trieste in peace time
I hate the news.
Accidents, closed roads,
crowds stuck in traffic,
hours added to travel time.
The destiny of a transit country:
beside travelling Slovenians
vacationers from Croatia
returning to central Europe,
and vice versa.
Until next week
when August begins
and Italians are added
to the jolly mix.
One Italian will stay in transit,
we will abduct him.
A heat wave is coming too,
but 35 degrees Celsius doesn’t sound like much
if you’re from Rome.
A heat wave for us
will be cooling off for him.
Yesterday father and I went to Trieste
by boat, to take roads out of equation.
Still it wasn’t smooth sailing.
The boat was Italian,
a regular line between Italy
to Croatia (Rovinj!) and back.
Italian mermen wore hard-hats,
the surest sign
they had to play by all the rules.
We had to show our documents three times.
At first father was nearly denied entrance.
“Your identity card has expired,”
an Italian customs official pointed
to the date with illegible caption.
Luckily, father thought to turn it over
and on the other side it said
in big friendly letters.
Luckily the Italian word for it is similar.
That date was the year of publication.
After we were cruising for a while
My thoughts immediately went to Costa Concordia.
Father showed me the imaginary line
between Italy and Slovenia on the map.
We were right there.
After ten minutes the captain informed us
that Slovenian authorities
refuse to issue permission
to let us go.
We were gently bouncing for 15 minutes,
with Spaniards nearby complaining
they had a train to catch.
I felt for a moment
how passengers must feel
when a ship full of migrants
is denied docking rights
or when a migrant is singled out
and denied entrance
and families are separated.
But we continued
and docked in Trieste
and after more document-showing
were allowed to roam the streets for a day.
It was hot
but we were still together
and not a single fire was in sight.