by Marta Gazzola

(detachment and joy) terrestrial blue

we were sitting in the square,
under the circle of a golden street light,
singing a song to let our shadows
dance in delight

then a thunder broke into the sky
and the sky cracked and a huge crowd
of dropping drops dropped down

and we started walking into the town

but how
could we see Him?

along the main road
at the big central cross
was sitting an old man,
smiling to strangers
to turn them to friends,
shaking the hands
of those meant to leave,
or telling the stars
to turn off the dream.

in the following hours,
on a narrow side street,
we met a new river
and the roots of a tree
longing for rain days,
looking for You

and we are now resting
and share our views.

what’s happening?

this evening

we are all going to die,
for He – All that is living –

will live our lives.

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