Who doesn't want to go to Paris, right? But, what if...
Imagine if the towers that taunt us from overseas
Were really just the flowers and the wind-tossed summer
trees
Imagine if The Louvre or the castles flanking streams
Became the satisfaction of bare feet splashing through dreams
And Time were a gondola, we its passengers abroad
And overcome with wonder at the scenes which Present lauds
Then we would be quite humbled; second-think our discontent
If we found our ‘Paris’ in the Now that Time has lent
© Janet Martin
No comments:
Post a Comment
I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!