Trust me with your joy

Trust me with your joy so that
I may be its guardian

They exist orbiting planets that hear prayers
and turn them into stardust

And when
in the Wind dispersed mantras resonate
fall gleanings
of golden grain

And so joy returns

In the smell of bread

Paola Pennecchi, Italy

Translation by Alison Harris

Affidami/la tua gioia/così che/la possa custodire // Esistono / pianeti orbitanti/che/accolgono/preghiere/e ne fanno/pulviscolo/siderale//E quando/nel vento/risuonano/quei mantra/dispersi/accadono/raccolti/di grano indorato///E’ così/che la gioia/ritorna//nel profumo/del pane

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