a few seconds before and after

when you  don't count the days anymore 
but the seconds before and after

when you no longer think of dreams
but only about the needs before and after

when you feel lonely
the only one who does not understand the world

when it is night inside and you feel cold
between the skin and the thin veil that pretends to be your armour, your shield

when this anxiety , this storm comes to you all at once, 
do not be afraid
do not call it by its name
call it poetry
only poetry
and still poetry
a sip the fresh air of this present moment that allows you to still be here to celebrate this instant 

give thanks to time and to any new travel companion
and remember that this is the true gift of the present moment and the seconds before and after
and remember that it is not yours , you're its free and conscious  prisoner
prisoner of a light dream walking the streets of this forgotten land 
this present moment that allows you to still be here to consider
and be certain that your spirit will fly again
and your feet will caress the mud of these peripheries of the world
 yet
now
and for a few seconds before and after
a raindrop
a gust of wind
and so be it

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/10/i-secondi-prima-e-dopo.html