on a fine day

under this grey suburban sky,
on a fine day
  a day like any other,
  listening to hunger and thirst
  and then waiting
  a little more

on a fine day
  a day like any other,
 being grateful to your hands and your feet
  and rejoicing about the sense of your own limits
  of the natural boundaries and about the cycle of the seasons

on a fine day,
  a day like any other
  abandoning the wall,
  the barricade
  leaving unattended that artificial reef
  and not having to feel forced
  to confirm to the world whether it is wrong
  or right

on a fine day,
  one day different from all other,
  one day before it is too late,
  stopping to take care
  of your heart,
  contemplate it
  and then
  read it out aloud,
  interpret it
  and between the cracks of this asphalt and concrete floor
  of that heat
  living
  a little more

Marco Bo