La parola da casa, Serena Piccoli

bits from austin

clearly here
         anointed or
         aligned

browns for a crack
under the sun

     “we would listen to your voice
     if we could find a season”

splinters over a page
eyes that would not stop moving

   with you
   in another life
   we do not fail to be.

click here to hear me reading this poem.


with my hands

in place
  a steady decision to
  find us here

crushed

 “i have grown so busy”

with a voice
several voices that
turn in turning

 we cease to be

   a handle   long
          lost

in vision.