INVITATION FROM A WORM
Now that this road has become a dead end,
What else is there to be done?
The Bridge of Flowers caught us by surprise.
But that was a dead end too.
Don’t worry about having wasted the time,
we had a nice talk while we went.
And we are not too old to wait,
Though one can never be certain.
I am not a worm in love with process.
I always thought it was crucial to hold the work in my hand.
But now that these canvasses ache for more,
one must consider where to go next:
So come to this road that may not be a road,
Where there are no lights,
Where who knows what will come of this specimen,
Opening in the fruit-filled night.
– Pia Marrella Cisternino