Between myth and etymology
you were Eridanòs
Padus, Bodinco …

you are now Po
two letters
and a world

I was … I don’t know
and here I come looking for you
or maybe to find myself

rarefied atmospheres …

thoughts refract
in your slow flow
in my letting go

trust the moment
looks at the levees
endless hug

they spill copper
or volgon stretched to the sky
as of lace

yet tenacious
between lights and shadows go

we suffer enchantment
I breathe your sighs
my Great River

and bow to you
of reverent amazement …

© Therry Ferrari