SEEING THE HALF MOON RISE

 

 

This is a poem I did not want to write,

My language too incomplete to express the inexpressible.

The peace I feel seeing the half moon rise

Does not find place in the consumed heart of the refugee,

Far from his home, from the care of his gods,

Far from love,

From the understanding who he is,

Where he’s going to,

If he will be,

What his heart is beating for…

 

Certainly for the fear

To lose more than he has already lost,

For the terror to lose himself,

The ultimate reason of being.

 

The peace I felt seeing the half moon rise

Is repelled by the heart of the genocide,

Errant in the darkness of a never ending night,

So far from love,

From the understanding who he is.

Who he really is.

 

One thing certain: he still does not know

That he has lost himself,

The ultimate reason of being.

 

The only hope to survive for the fleeing

Is an antique knowing

That cutting himself back to the only trunk,

Like a grape vine,

He will break out again in Spring

And bear fruits

 

                        -------------Sabine Pascarelli

 

Sabine Pascarelli is an award winning poet and fiction writer living in Tuscany, Italy. Her first book – Glenscheck & Co. is published from Germany.

 

 

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