Life, a poem by Maria Miraglia

I feel you slipping away   

when stars turn on 

up there.

The birds are silent

asleep in the fields

and still is the sea.

I think in silence.

I can hear her footsteps 

and slow the fear  

of the eternal night and  

the unknown

takes up  space

until sleep comes and 

then the morning.

It’s dawn

with the first colors

of the news coming day

that rekindles the meaning of things and

I go back to feeling life again

with its perfumes

its flavors

the ancient rhythms of things.