All Shall Be Well
Totto andrà bene
The wind was cold
The sun warmed me
I sweated under the sweater
While, also, feeling cold
I saw it painted on a stone
“All will be well”
A girl drew a rainbow on the pavement
A long, black, car drove towards the chapel
I met an old lady; at high noon
We talked about; “Totto andrà bene”
Her hair was unkempt; due to Corona
She was, at last, on her way; to her hairdresser
All will not; be well
You cannot go home; go home to your past
You cannot complain
On your death certificate
You can say you want “All shall be well”
“All shall be well”; on your tombstone
I saw an old lady
Appearing from the hairdresser’s door
She looked at herself in the window
She touched her hair; like a touch from above
I could see her, in my mind, as a young woman
“All is well”
Copyright © Jo Mykle Hofseth | Year Posted 2020
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