Sudden air

Francesca Castano

Sometimes in daylight
vagueness comes over me
unfathomable evolving into shudders.

At night abysms are deeper
too intricate to put down in simple
words rumpling and sliding building barricades.

Other times there are particularly disturbing dreams
associating fear with red orchids or glimmering strings
making tragic rounds like a steam engine going far and far.

I shall try to link the two with civility
because meanings are not obvious crossing bridges
and words nomads unable to settle in a quiet plot.