Flying over Calabria
Me and the pain.
I descend into it,
Ask what it wants of me.
It feels dense,
Thick with stories.
Can I be here with this grief,
For that is what I encounter.
As I approach it
My heart splits open.
All this sadness appears
As if magnetised
By my presence.
I sense it will reveal itself
But I’m afraid to stay with it.
I fear it will swallow me,
That I will disappear into it,
That it will enfold me
In its layers
And slowly crush me
But this I where
I have to go
The journey to this place
Has made me ready
To hear the secret
It wants to tell me.
That somehow
I’m in the right place
That this existence
can be borne