waiting forever

talking
nothing in particular to say
just a chat like so 
unassuming 
one of those with no beginning and no end

 those  mid summer conversations 
 hi how are you?  on the village old benches by the square
 those conversations that you immediately forget
 but that will return day after day as the wind 
 the wind from the distant sea 
that arrives, yes arrives up to here
as an ancient echo from the distant horizon
from the wood up on the hill 
from the valley down below

 a conversation like a vineyard
 the words as grapes full of  sunshine and sugar
 the song that follows the cycle of the seasons
 and then the harvest 
as a response 
a small response 
a sense 
a small victory

 I'm in not in a hurry
 I can wait and listen
forever
 

 Marco Bo
 http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/07/aspettare-per-sempre.html