Rural Tuscany

The ceiling of the
living
dining
sitting
room
is stratospheric. Well,
maybe exospheric,
it depends, I guess.

The cyprus stand like shady sentinels,
while the flowing fields
of sunflowers ripple and burn in gold.

And the eyes of
their sun warmed faces
are deep and kind,
they shine with a certainty
that everyone here knows,
Jesus is really and truly inside
the bread is always unsalted,
something about a fifteenth-century tax
abd pride
and tradition.