By afternoon, tired of Como
of walking, talking, eating, drinking, clicking
full to the brim
my senses numb
I sought that elusive
something
for the soul.
In the museum, amid
Greeks, Romans, Egyptians,
I stared blank-faced at
our stony past
and returned
unchanged;
a sapless soul.
What I needed I found
back home; next to
the dark waters
cupped by blue mountains
a restless mind
entered
the deep Lake of Solitude.
* * *
[That was part 4 of the Como series. It wasn’t planned; it came tumbling out, and I don’t know what it is.]
Parmanu 
it is marvellous!
I totally adore the second verse, the blank gaze, the stony past, the unchanged response
I’m glad you liked it, Julia. Thank you.