While my mind cruelly tortures me
with a flood of questions with no single answer

I sway in the winds of an autumn whipped
in the middle of the little square
elevated like an islet in the day

 

I turn in circles, dazed
and with a dizzy gaze I take in
all the buildings apartments windows and balconies
that stare at me in wonder with cold irises
rejecting my gaze as if I were a stranger

 

And I try to pick out one
just one from the swell
and call it home

 

a place where

a soft and warm nest
might be made.