My favorite time of day

It is dusk hour

I long for orange sunsets.


Balance up

Carry that weight

Feather weight



Shift the weight

Lean into me

Sharp shoulders

Full heart 

Ignore the nosy lady

I insist 

You’ve forgotten to stand

Lost your center

Of gravity

Call a truce with the ground

You can stand tall

As a skyscraper 

You’re alright you told me

You’re alright I told you

Fuck the nosy lady 

She knows not this dilemma

She confirms that it could be bad

A bad thing to struggle 

To lift yourself up

I reject her

I reject all who judge

From a paradigm of shame

Your compass 

Is being recalibrated

What do all these people know?

Where were they for years?

And we’ll stay in the park 

And be awkward if we have to.

I’ll never be ashamed of you.

You are stubborn though;

I look suspicious.

How could you let her fall?

I know the world moves

Too fast for you now;

I can relate and it’s just

Too bad for the world.

The world must wait 

As you find your balance. 

And you will find it, slowly,


I promise.
Copyright, Maria Castelli, 2017.

The light on another day

is extinguished; 

yet I know

The sun will rise tomorrow.

You told me you wished

you could get those days back, somehow.

You enjoyed my precocious youth,

an unexpected surprise for you.

You dressed me in velvet and gold,

and I jumped off the kitchen counter

Into your arms. 

You caught me each time, strong and steady.

The world shook, ebbed,

and crested around our 

impenetrable fort of love. 

Satellites around my father,

I was your grateful moon. 

The sun rose and set

every day around us.

You are still so beautiful, 

Although thin and frail 

as you struggle to untie your sneakers and stay steady 

to walk barefoot in the cool sand.

The ocean spray mists your face and a transcendent smile breaks 

onto your velvet skin like a ray of subtle sunshine.

Copyright, Maria Castelli, 2017.

You set

My soul afire

In a peculiar way

Like I can’t resist toasting

A marshmallow over

A campfire;

Restrained by the 

Circle of stones 

Caught up by the twigs,

Setting confections aflame,

Reluctant to blow them out.
Copyright, Maria Castelli, 2017.

It was smooth sailing

Invigorating mornings

The dog pranced along 

The breeze could knock you down

That’s how fragile you feel

You have no idea

How you’ll reclaim lost lands 

Or how they fell

Into enemy hands

(Or if they did).

The dog skims the ground

With an instinctive nose

Drawn forwards and sideways

By who knows.

The air is fresher now 

The season’ harshness tempered

By uprooting and replanting.
Copyright, Maria Castelli, 2016.