Marco Chies Poet Prose Poetry

Laetitian

you wanted something that would dignify or give meaning to these days
something that contained a real reason to face them
but if your vision doesn't allow you to understand what could redeem you
will never be surprised that the seven birds of the past month
now there are twelve cheering the plane tree studded with golden leaves 
in its branches
will never understand why we call joy the opportunity to witness
in the late afternoons a ray of sunlight that advances 
like a wedge on the side wall pointing an arrow of light 
to the picture frame in which your love is still youthful
wearing the smile that sparkled infinity and made even the not-so-beautiful moments be good
will miss the chance to find comfort 
simply by feeling the texture of the blanket
when it's morning and the grooves that separate the padded buds are limits
where the fingers land and rest from the immensity of the universes that have already traveled
only then will the meaning of these days emerge 
and it is the sound of the water that falls during the bath
the softness of the towel and the voice that welcomes your arrival 
and invites you to a hot meal on the table 
next to the cup that offers the ruby of your wine
and if there are children, they carry eternity in their gestures and words
and when you can see on the retina of one of them 
the bright reflection of your face making her smile 
there will be the main reason you will have 
to insist on the mission to be happy.

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