What’s going on?

It is dark
No memory or clarity delineates a path
All you hear is “go on!”
The tension builds…
Moisture all over your skin, an endless fountain
A struggle…
Do I feign the courage and attack like an infantry soldier?
It’s survival now… emotional and real
They are all watching and keep yelling “go on!”
The road echos and reverberates new and foreign
circumstances — some are understandable
but the other less clear.
My canvas is a raid on the inarticulate, a profound and long
attendance that she might just say “yes!”
Order, relationships and symmetry are suspended.
A formless narrative evolves, whose bouquet contours the unknown and delight.
And trepidation is your only friend, omnipresent and near — courage is your sabre — what’s on the other side?
The child speaks free, the adult struggles.
Did wonder and fear thread?
“Go on” is all I heard … did I go back to bed?

Giuseppe Mercurio