Poesie

The fields around Turin seen from the train

Would you use your ticktoks,
alongside a sport fishing lake,
waiting for what you promised yourself.

It’s about the project,
now adrift,
to live a living life.
Hold on tight, hold on tight,
without starting
never,
now.

It would be better not to expect anything,
so it won’t become obvious,
the elementary aspect:
that you only put patches on the lifesaver,
instead of being a real bather.