Sometimes It Happens

Some days I do not just wake up;

I get a renaissance.

I stare up and see a new sky,

a blue one I had never seen before;

a fresh air never felt in my lungs and

a music until then unknown for me.

I need to hold on not to become like

the novice of The Sound of Music

dancing in the Austrian Alps.

I don’t recognize yesterday’s colors

and see admirable amusing people.

It seems to me a brave new world,

the rediscovery of America, a sudden

and happy recurrence of hopes held.

It is my day and nobody else’s.

I hold and clasp it with all my strength

and, oftentimes, it lasts almost forever.


Published in Spirit Fire Review, April 2017.

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