My Memories – A Poem by James Tucci

It’s dark out

The sun has set over Biscayne Bay

I am by myself

With only a view of darkened waters

But I am not alone

I have my memories

Of my life

And the lives of others

The lives of my family

And those I have loved

Those memories are my companions

And my friends

They are my support and solace

I am not alone

James Tucci

Palm Bay Yacht Club

Miami, Florida

My Mountain by James Tucci

My mountain

It was a sunny day

A lone mountain rose in front of me

Snow covered the peak

Fur trees dotted the base

And little patches of ice and snow lay on the ground at the bottom

This mountain was just one of thousands in the Sierra Nevada range

There was nothing special about it

But it was special to me

For at that very moment it was the mountain that I was looking at

The one I admired

The one I loved

It was my mountain

Mine to love

To see to watch

No one else in the world even knew it existed

But I did

And I loved my mountain and it loved me

And as the sun set in the west

And darkness fell all around

Until all was pitch black

I still saw my mountain

To me it shone like the bright stars in the heavens above

To me it bespoke of majesty and grandeur

A supremacy that the darkness of the evening and the night

Could never replace

For my mountain was there and it would be there in the morning

And it would be there for eternity

My mountain had lived for over four billion years

It lived right now

And it will always live in the world

In my eyes and in my soul

Much in life can be taken away

But my mountain will always stand

And I will stand with it

James Tucci

Miami, Florida

The Via

The Via on Miami Beach

It was a beautiful place
A via led from the street to the water
The bay was aquamarine, full of green and blue and all a sparkle
The rays of the sun danced and skipped
Playing and frolicking over the ripples that lapped on the shore
The sky met the water forming a pure and perfect vista
Beckoning to all who stood there
To look and love the world
I was a day to be alive
A day to love and cherish
A day the gods above had made for us
To love
To be in love
To hold a woman
To feel her waist and her skin
To kiss her softly on her lips
To gaze into her eyes
To know that she was yours till the end of time
To be happy and filled with joy
Only because you were with her
As I approached she stopped and stood in front of the sea wall
Perfectly still it seemed
With the trace of a smile
Brown hair flowing down from her shoulders
Adorned in a white top and black shorts
Covering her breasts and her world below
But allowing for the imagination to run wild
Wild with thoughts of passion and desire
A desire to be with her now, right away
To touch her and worship her
She wore ballet slippers which bespoke a grace and everlasting beauty
Full of kindness style charm and elegance
Her gaze was in my direction
But was she really looking at me or somewhere else
Something beyond or around me
I reached her and she was gone
Just an illusion
Never to be seen again
Never to know what she yearned for and now would never have

James Tucci
At Prima Pasta and the Palm Bay Yacht Club
On Thursday night May 22, 2014
A night that was behind the bar
And the night was still and warm
And the palm fronds softly swayed in the breeze
And nary a ripple broke the placid glass on the Bay