Alessio Zanelli

Recall poem
The north face of Monte Disgrazia in Valmalenco, Lombardy, Italy


Granite towers,
         sentinels of the past,
                 warners of these days.
The child phantom
         wanders through the hollow,
                 to collect its fragments
                         and put them together again.

Back to its present,
         as ridges and clouds
                 officiate the rite of yore.
No sound from the glacial basin,
         nor from the sloping conifer forest.
                 No drifting voice.
                         No echo.

         makes itself
                 whisper, word, cry.
Anything ambient
         betokens the intangible
                 and speaks by its appearance.
                         And the water still runs downhill.

First published in Poesia (USA)