When you look straight at
an indefinite point, you avoid
the answer; it is the slant picture on the wall
gives you a sense of reality .

In that inclination you see
only error and imperfection.
A painting lies
unframed for several days
on the floor. And you hope
that one day it will hang itself
and that everything will go well, among people
with beautiful smiles.

Look at that rosary in the distance —
how could it fall
in your hands, in the metallic hollow
of life, mistreated
like an old book.

Barbara Rabita lives in Milan has written some poems in the collection “Sentire” published by Pagine, the book of poems “Convergenze” written with Antonio Laneve and“Poliedri”: her poemswere published by Centro Tipografico Livornese. She is also in a plaquette of different authors
in “L’Artigiano di versi” published by Stampa 2009. She is part of the management of Piccolo Museo della Poesia in Piacenza and a member of BIPA (Biennale di Poesia fra le Arti).