***
I was a wandering camel
Braying at the sun,
I felt I was walking
On hot coals,
I kept my pain and sadness
Secret
(Anyway, there was no-one around!)
Your blue-laked eyes
Have pulled me through
The desert
I was alone in.
I know I’ve got a petit chameau
In me somewhere
And you accept it.
The promised land
Is more exotic
Than I imagined it,
Only your courage
And kindness
Makes clouds
Passing under my feet
So pink and squashy…
Was our meeting
On the hills of Rome
A star-crossed?
Painting “Di colpo”, Sara Maino, 2022
