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”