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Michela Zanarella , Italy

To the Temple of Fate

An outline of light and silence

moves me to drive air and veins to heaven.

It doesn’t age, my faith,

and during a lasting rain of breath

I play to God the happy collision of clouds,

trusting slender purities

to that one surface of woman

that to nature they resemble in briskness.

I feel snowfalls of prayers

and resurrections

to the only feeding, the marrow of horizons.

With nostrils open to the green

of life,

with eyes that smell of the sea

I invite my fragility to show itself

to the temple of destiny.

And I am born again in dawn a bit less flesh,

and I make myself earth, branch, or dream

for love.