Three generations; two weeks; three countries and many places (and planes, trains, automobiles, boats, and tons of walking).
Journey
Napping on the plane.
What is time above the clouds?
Fragmentary self.
Jet-lagged in the Tuileries
So young and naïve
posed in in those famous gardens.
I thought I was loved.
Giverny
He tends the spirit,
chest high in water lilies.
Oh, that I could paint!
Rue Dombasle
The weather has changed.
It seems louder with wet streets.
Where’s my umbrella?
Chartres
Sipping cider in
the shade of the cathedral.
What do the crows think?
Miracle unfolds:
The starry night sings to me!
Boy naps in mom’s lap.
Line 12
Ignoring danger,
wee boy clambers over seats.
Hot evening metro.
Balcony
Tending her garden.
Tomatoes already watered?
Paris thunderstorm.
Vacation
Three generations,
living out of one suitcase.
Will we all survive?
Andalusia
Turning in worship,
our faces warmed by the sun.
Fields of sunflowers.
Granada
Careening wildly
through old streets like mountain trails.
Looking up. Oh! Stars!
Alhambra
Do not touch the plants!
(But what if the plants touch me?)
Poppy shakes my hand.
Venice
As the city sinks
my heart rises like the heat.
Water everywhere!
Perspective
I’ve heard it said that
the old are invisible.
Perhaps we don’t see?
Late Night
Starting to cool down.
Going to make my way to bed.
Pigeons coo coo coo.
6:00 a.m., Last day
The Parisian doves –
with only a slight accent –
warn “hot day ahead!”