BELONGING

Now I am sunk and strong
in the morning and in the earth's damp
after the rain,
a line of thick haze engulfs the hill,
the soaked field and the brown last leaves
crowd into my gaze.
I breathe the fullness of the sirocco's silence,
the morning that settles in with sky and mud.
I am the perspiring hill,
I come from the womb of red loam
and white-washed stones and bones,
I am settled in the frame of swollen-still clouds
and leaves that stick to my ground
with their slow wrist and fist
and mist that grasps the breast.

The buzzard beats its hard wings,
heavy wings that wait for the relief of a thermal,
but there's no thermal in this calm
and they beat on and on, nevertheless.

Sunk and sure and slow in the air's depths.

In my staring breath.

Davide Trame is an Italian teacher of English, born and living in Venice-Italy, writing poems exclusively in English since 1993; they have been published in around three hundred literary magazines since 1999, in U.K, U.S. and elsewhere: Poetry New Zealand, New Contrast (South Africa). Nimrod (U.S.) and Prague Literary Review among them. His poetry collection as a downloadable e-book was published by Gatto Publishing in 2006.

Email: Davide Trame

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