A serene walk at twilight,
tentative steps taken slowly
down towards the river
while catching sight
of a dilapidated shack.

A reflection?

The slightly unhinged door.
The caved-in roof.
The darkness, but also the small
window of light

I crouched, marveling
at the beauty of the ruins,
the view of the sky
up through that hole
in the roof.

I could see the trees,
and I was no longer afraid.







2 comments on “Reflection.

  1. anna mosca says:

    Hi, nice poem, I also wanted to thank you for the follow! Please be aware that my blog is a bilingual one. So you may get links to some poems in English as well as to some in Italian… Pictures, on the other hand, have no language barriers šŸ˜‰
    Keep up the good work.

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