City

The Sun cuts the temple in half,
its towers burn,
humans like ants
hurry and slow down
at its feet,
some believing,
some just passing.
A plane leaves a trail in the sky,
like a signature of the universe
on our star's sword on man-carved rock.

The dry and smoky winds
of Winter
meet me
in the crawling streets
of the city
and somehow soothe me
once again.



[Milano, 24/11/2015]