"Divento nuvola"

I become a cloud

In this world
of woven appearances
fragile twig
in the wind debated
now I feel like a tree
footsteps I lost
steps not listening
revive in new light
with the branches protesi to the sky
I ask for clemency
for a crazy world
I become a cloud
light I rise up there
rainy
the rays of the sun are reflected in the hair

© Maristella Angeli 2017
(From the "Sospensione" collection, Antipodes editions)