…………Trevi Fountain, Rome
that first exhausted day, dazed
and wandering the cobblestones
from Pantheon to Piazza di Spagna,
we came upon it
as one would discover a shining
beast growing from the ribs of a palazzo–
water traced back from a spring
they say a young virgin once unearthed,
channelled through the ancient acqueduct
to become this force–gushing across our fatigue,
across any remaining belief we may have had in Lack.
Contributor’s Notes: Andrea Potos is the author of four poetry collections, most recently We Lit the Lamps Themselves, from Salmon Poetry in Ireland. Her poems can be found widely in print and online.