Some new "poetic sketches" came at last while traveling home from a week away.
Knee-high child with the azure eyes
Blonde locks framing her smile alight
Bubbles with joy as her papa’s
Sure arms invite her to play
That age-old metro game of
In/dependence, trust, and daring –
He will not let her fall
Paris metro, line 4, between St Michel
and Montparnasse, 27 April 2024
Two boys full of life, wondrous mischief
pulsing from every cell
A cup of juice splashes to the floor
Their worldviews forming before my eyes
through their weary mother’s voice:
“Dieu n’aime pas quand on joue avec la nourriture.”
(God doesn’t like when we play with food)
She’s doing her best with what she’s been given
Heart pinching, my silent prayer rises
--May they know the truth of what (and who) You love.
Gare Montparnasse 16h15, 27 April 2024
She carries a box of possibility on her back
Ambling across the station
Agile fingers trained by untold hours
Alone
Listening
Repeating
Beginning anew
Again
Hopeful
I long to follow
to where she will open it next
Upon seeing a violinist traversing the
Gare Montparnasse, 16h45, 27 April 2024
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