Saturday, October 15, 2011


The sea, a bit rough.
Just back on the rock you sit in the wind.
Dripping, excited, as if drunk.
And still short of breath.
Slapped and tossed, eyes burning,
you have found your way through.
You have known that since a child:
the brink is quick, it’s easy
to be erased.
Passed the test? Hardly,
but you are out. And alive, now,
reborn somehow.


Elisabeth said...

There's a note of optimism here, Davide that's exhilarating. And full of energy. Oh to be reborn.

Dave King said...

Shorter and snappier than your usual offerings, but up to the usual standard.
Refreshing and - as Elisabeth says - exhilarating.