Resilience of light,
channeling each breath and memory
through the displacement of place and time.
Each season passing brings back the same rain
and the same wind
to the same eternal ocean
across the maze of translucent clouds,
the days feel weary
from searching and falling.
as we trace our spirits
through the valley
of the ancient melody.
The light doesn’t ever falter,
but I don’t recognize the surroundings anymore;
I will keep holding your hand
since I’m too afraid to let go.
poem & photography by Marco Pignataro