Marinella Consigli
‘Light’
I feel a great need to know
what's going on out there
but especially in here.
Inside a house which used to be empty.
In a half-filled bed.
In busy souls
that in the time of a sigh
they found themselves lost.
Empty.
full
of doubts.
Alone.
I need to understand how others continue to live
how hearts continue to beat, in unison, even if distant
how the breaths continue to mark the hours, all the same
as the light continues to filter from the curtains, to make the dust dance among its rays.
How the pillows continue to collect emotions and fears and confidences
how the flowers continue to bloom and wither
how thoughts get stuck in the head and ideas vanish, or not
How it all flows, despite everything is stuck