WAKING DREAM.

But then you said

that we all needed space

and here we are

trampling all over each other

in this murky place which became

our exile.

The birds of prey

that kill the young

and rob the widows of their orphans

leave our familiar landscape

barren as in a dovecot.

You said that life is worth it

and that you don’t remember

coming out of your mother’s womb.

So now how do you know

where on earth you are going?

You wished it happened like the snow

that falls noiselessly

or wished you vanished in a dream

that you do not remember

upon waking.

Alfred Grech

31-03-2019