I stand atop the world.
Below me, the city of
fair Verona. Above,
nothing but undecided sky.
The ancients haunt my thoughts,
their shouts of laughter, whispers
of their critical humor, their
riotous cries of unabated joy.
A fragment of colonnade stands before me -
telling its proud tale.
A glorious testament to mankind -
surviving the strains of history.
These steps below me
were walked by Roman patricians
two millennia ago.
A shiver travels my spine.
I stand atop the world,
atop raw history,
humbled by this lasting
testament to man's ingenuity