INQUIETUDE

She arrives

comes in

slams the door furiously

and throws the keys away

to keep her far

I beseech aid to Reason

that smiles at me

like a mom does

when a baby poses a weird question

so I turn to Patience

that straightaway tells me

wait wait

but she’s been there a long time I say

even when I feel like sleeping

as an owl she begins to hoot and

in the morning when silently

I open the door to leave her inside

she follows me like a shadow

but what can I do to get rid of her

wait and hope

don’t you see how long and white my hair is

ask  your Sub-conscious

she then softly whispers to me

after a long walk

I meet this myself

hidden and unknown and I also ask him

to free me of the enemy

that with bravado and arrogance

stays in my mind

occupies my thoughts

with a lit torch

the Unconscious shows me infinite paths

dark and intertwined with each other

one life would not be enough

she tells me to enlighten them all

Then I go back

and the banality of everyday life

wraps me again like an airwave

hot and stuffy

while assails me the nostalgia for infinity

for the immense meadows

where free blow the winds

Maria Miraglia