FRATERNITY

It is so sad
to live
sitting over
the crumpled
page
of one’s own
solitude.
Wiser
it would be
maybe
to hold out one’s hands
and
in an embrace
to lie
one
on the heart
of the other,
just like
the ears
of wheat
do to the wind.

(translated by Giuseppe Villella)

from “To The South of Things” – Thunder Bay, 2013