For the sake of Mums





How talking, leaning on the clouds layers
How talking to you above this Atlantic I wanted to put
As a two-way mirror on my destiny
Brings with hardships
By puffs, the vibrancy of childhood and somehow a few splints of its joy
A little carelessness in the throat of mothers?
Where everything of the gravity is coiled too?
A moment of hanging up in the void of certainties
The rallying point of an endless race to escape from you
Back, that's where I am
And the appeasement of this struggle to get away
 Brings on the forehead between the beads of sweat
The strong marks of a fulcrum




June 2015