Not long ago I got lost in an Italian town.

(Honestly I have been lost more than once this lifetime)

Looming stone walls.
Narrow walk ways.
Monks conversing
And
Children playing ball
On the cobblestone.
My heart began thumping
And my mind was a whirl.
I paused to retrieve my map

And realized
I left it with my bicycle.
My phone was dead.

(of course I remembered all of my camera gear

but I did forget to eat)
So caught up in the
Minute details;
My own world as i wondered and
wandered

That

I lost time;

I lost my way.
I then looked to the sky and caught my breath.
What a beautiful place to be lost and well.

I continued on my way then.
Wandering in no hurry
Until
I found myself back with my bike.