In praise of invisibility
Its rays crouching and climbing
stealthily through the cracks
− thin, crooked lines that let the light in
making its way mysteriously
The ultimate undetected anti-brand
as the decibel of silence cracks possibility
Lend me, Oh Muse.
Thy invisibility cloak,
as the Sturm und Drang
the bling bling and fanfare
and the national anthem blare
Wildly buoyed by the wave of power
intricate patterns cresting in foam
as the carnival careens
into the global town
Praise be to the momentarily
silent and invisible
boring its way through
the thick crust
magnificently exploding
when you least expect it
− its aroma wafting through the land
Pina Piccolo, 25 March 2021. Dispatch #3, thinking of Dante, Ferlinghetti, Leonard Cohen and the current predicaments of poetry and translation.