Finding 'Paris'

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

Inspired by this post by Jeff Goins