Unusual Ray


It could have been a confused image
fled from its restricted access,
the one wandering the city sidewalks,
amid the black and purple shadows
born from park benches,
from the background pain of a siren,
cats, cars, and figures sniffing each other.

It was born while the sun was going down,
such as the perennial memory
that will not shatter.
We thought it was a sign,
a kind of premonition,
a god who, abandoning the others’ pain,
was also thinking a little about us.

Instead, it was the reflection of a smile—
one last warm ray of sunshine
that, stubborn in the evening,
still was lighting the town,
mirroring itself
from the window of a skyscraper.

When darkness falls and we discover that there is no place where we can escape and that there is no positive thinking to be superimposed to decrease its strength, timeless memories bring the flavor of ancient battles in accepting those fears. We will take the strength from our weakness to meet our darkness without running away.