tearful lake

the ferryman from the Gulf of Anxiety
to the Harbor of Peace once told me

- -there is no time or place good and right
to be happy and feel safe
under this forgotten suburban sky

there is only a meantime
during which you can strive
 to achieve a brittle and fragile veil of happiness

through the hurricane of loneliness

and the paradise of a caress from the one you love

Marco Bo