On the brink of precipice in Val di Peio, Trentino, Italy

           And Now


             And now

             that the fruit is ripe

             but doesn't fall into your hands;

             now that the sun has risen within your eyes,

             former wells of deepest darkness;

             0now tell me—if the courage to stare

             at your image in the mirror does not fail you—

             whether it has been worth the struggle.

             All the unrecognized pain,

             the exasperating wait,

             the slow and heavy flow of time,

             the wrinkles on your forehead

             and the furrows in your soul.

             All that

             because you refused to look beyond the fence

             and petrified on the brink of precipice,

             unable to take a step either forward or back.


             And now

             tell me—

             what is all that heat worth

             once your dream is lost?

             What is all that light worth

             if your sight is blurred?


             And now

             let me tell you—

             the fruit will finally drop

             and you will miss it;

             busy keeping your precious balance,

             busy watching where your feet are resting.



               First published in Pulsar Poetry Magazine (UK)