The great river
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
fragile
yet tenacious
between lights and shadows go
we suffer enchantment
I breathe your sighs
my Great River
and bow to you
renewed
of reverent amazement …
© Therry Ferrari