An Echinoidea Such As I
cheering cicadas
and fragrant junipers
over the cliff
sea urchins were cracked open
soaked in lime juice and devoured
we brushed over the ridge and dove
our lungs filled with electricity
as the ocean took us in
now unbound
the wind and I alone
drift with the remains
as they appear in whirls
among these native waves
A Fading Measure
I walk along
a mountain town
that drops to shore
parting winter days with razor blades—
one margin forged by sunbeams
the other by the biting frost
a moment dilates
as my saturated pupils—
an old ache lost its grip
and the measure of time
finally fades
“L'Eternel”
a gravely road
leads to “L'Eternel”
with bumps and rocks
that can trip you
and make your knees bleed
all shapes and creatures
flying and crawling around
with mechanical charm
like bulbuls* and geckos and cardinals*
the air gets a taste
of fried rice roasted spices
fresh fish or prawns
a gravely road
leads to “L'Eternel”
as we go
and come back
every day
*Local bird names in Madagascar and Mauritius
Conundrum (joke)
you are the waves
always part of a whole
following preceding
once before after
I am the sand
squished with the others
a grain of rice
in a box that is crowded
yet always alone
and we meet everyday
and I have to wonder
whether this is going to work
Bruno Carlucci is a professional musician, poet and an Amalfi Coast captive. He studied modern literature and visual arts at the University of Bologna (DAMS), traveled quite extensively, worked many jobs, experienced several degrees of loss and the joy of fatherhood. Website: www.brunocarlucci.com
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