Alessio Zanelli: ‘Microchimerism’

Microchimerism

I feel them,
the way I feel the stardust seeping through my skin.
I feel them in the light and in the dark,
in absolute silence and in deafening noise,
in peaceful days and in gloomy days,
while awake and while asleep.
They whisper to me who I am,
where I came from and where I’m headed.
They uphold me
when my body falters or my mind breaks down.
I feel them loud and clear
even though turmoil surrounds me,
and I wonder whether she can feel them in turn,
wherever she is now.
And if our swapped cells don’t do the job,
I’m sure we’ll join anew
as waves afloat in spacetime,
liminal ripples invisibly entwined
that eternally propagate within the whole,
within the cosmic womb astir with zillions more.

Alessio Zanelli