Watercourses
written by: Aurora Kastanias
Primeval drops concealed
in meteorites cascading
on a coagulating planet
where temperatures dove,
just enough to hoard
the lymph gingerly forming
oceans springing life, birthing
after many million years
of labour humans, hiding
inside their beings composing
their bodies dooming,
them endlessly to need
liquid blue paragons covering
the surface of a rocky sphere,
while only few dare to dig in
deeper. Of the entire treasure only
one percent can quench
the thirst of living creatures yet,
as all diamonds on Earth entice
ignoble notes of greed,
the exchequer is governed
by unfair rulers careless
of the poor, albeit their poverty
is by them imposed.
I spoke words of water
cycles to the kids who walked,
miles with buckets to polluted rivers,
frantically running to place
rusted containers under
sporadic tropical rains. They listened
and looked at me in awe,
uncomprehending why
some had less and some had more.
To date each time I open
the faucets each drop,
reverberates my gratitude
as my skin absorbs, particles
saddened by the unjust
sharing of a gift
given to us by stars.
While studying for my BA in Business Administration, at an American University in Rome, I further got enchanted by 19th century existential authors as well as European ‘absurdism’ and the Theatre of the Absurd.
It was only after my MBA that I started writing more seriously, giving space to my true passions. In recent years I have written two existential novels in Italian. In recent months I have started studing astrophysics and writing poems in english, which finally brings me here.
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