STILL NOW

From a corner, crouching, the soul
rolls paper arrows of thoughts,
in an attempt to hit your heart,
with the uncertainty blowpipe,
we had, children, in the countryside.

Did hurts and frightens you
with flashes of sky and roof ...
of domes to climb ...
of stairs to climb
and back down again and again!

Listen ... hear the whistle of a boat ...
tirelessly acrosses the lagoon
and its slow grumble
carries you again, where your heart is lost.

But let go: rise with the sun
and feel the beat of your sailing wind
yet!

I love you, Alice

Paola Gerini estate 2005