|Tera Zajack, Coming Home|
In 1973 I was staked to a trip to Europe, met a southern Italian man in Verona and took a train down the coast of Italy alone to rendezvous with him..We took a day trip to Scylla and I lost my heart to the villas built into the cliffs. Clearly no poet could have asked for more inspiration than that experience. Moreover, vis a vis the image I selected today, the night before my train left my artist friend Julia Marshall painted me in a moon-balloon in a basket floating down the coast, being greeted by a little family. It was all very much like that, and this amazing piece resonates with me in all of these ways. One of my poems follows. My memoir of this experience is posted in its entirety: Nightfall in Verona .