By Julietta Gramigni
Sinking
Sometimes you have to say
No
Or at least
Not be too eager to leave
And run when you are called
And break from who you
Were.
Stay a little longer
Do not change too quickly
Too suddenly
And disappear into
Normality, letting
Disillusionment sink into you
So that in cold morning
You wake
To see the skin is entirely
New and foreign.
When you taste
What it is to be free
It’s sharp and fills
The head
The mouth
Is a gulp of clean, crisp air
And maybe you’re watching some
Desperate run
Towards complete unknown,
A beginning breaking open.
