PREGNANCY TEST, POSITIVE Poem by Davide Rondoni

Don't call, it comes
in a sheen of strength,
already part of your smile
it comes like the smell of the woods,
barely there, the sudden face
of a hare, a fold
in your hands, it sits
upon the throne that you've become.

An extending
beyond the clouds,
it frightens like a rising wind
bending branches, quickening colours.
My love, both beautiful and torn,
its fingerprint is already
our image. And happiness
is waiting, is time.