Desert Song and Land Properties, poems published by Sabine Pascarelli

Soul
Tell me your sadness
And I will follow you
Into the land
Of your desire:
Immensity
Vastitude
The void.
The desert.
Hostile to the body.
The sea
(Generator of life)
Its liquid horizon.
Molecules of bitterness
Fill my mouth,
Hold me from
Speaking out
Words
Into the wind
That howls furiously
In search of
Obstacles.
Only in the darkness
All grows still
When the universe
Woven with brightness
Bows to rest on
Solid ripples
That do not go
Anywhere
In absence
Of shores.

This is my small piece
of nature growing
within fences
built by the neighbors
to declare the extensions of
their properties.

How can we call property
the place where the almond tree
stands with its airy cloud of flowers
floating around the bare
dark branches in early Spring,
tall green grass to its feet, with
all kinds of small creatures
giving life to a universe
so immense
it does not fit in our eyes.

How can we call property
a place where our love
for creation’s beauty
makes the ground holy enough
to be a gorgeous temple
in celebration of life