Waiting for The Microscope…
slip slowly, slip again.
On streets, cars, alleys and mansions;
on open umbrellas, dripping street lamps,
on people’s heads, and on me.
fall slowly, fall constantly.
Wash away the bad, the emptiness, the freeze, the pain;
then clear the head, soul and heart,
cancel doubt, incomprehension, error.
steal time from us, the one forgotten.
Immobile, to observe you from behind glass,
free your mind of all excesses,
and in a little puddle look at us, reflected.
the rain will eventually end.
In the sky the stars and the moon will reappear,
and the dawn of a new day will know how to bring good luck.
So, on that future day
I will come to find you.
You will recognize in my glance who I really am,
and in my hug you will still find who I was.
One future day,
when everything will seem better.
When the sun will shine, again, in the sky.
(“It takes a very rainy day to drown a duck.” – ancient Chinese saying)
January, 2 2020
Original photo: by @botto.ph on Unsplash
Waiting for #TheMicroscope (Some Call It Poetry)
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English translation: Starleen K. Meyer
Original Title: “The Microscope. Una raccolta di scatti immortalati con la penna” by Anna “Annina” Lorenzi.
Translated from Italian by: Starleen K. Meyer.
An “Original A19” Project – Anna “Annina” Lorenzi.
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