Postcards

I made a promise to myself to add one poem each week to this blog. Here is the latest effort:

Postcards
 
I.
A moment exiled for exposure:
The wicker interior of an Italian church,
A moment exiled for exposure.
 
II.
I walked like a branch, because the sun
Had burnt my back and my shoulders,
I walked like a branch.

III.
You take yourself too seriously.
This folk stuff, fairy talk and fairy houses,
You take yourself too seriously.