Thursday, November 14, 2013

poem of the day 11.14.13

cafes in paris

i can’t speak
a foreign language

i can’t speak english well enough
to satiate my own thirst
for what it is that i want from this world

but i’ve sat in cafes in paris
staring at a statue of balzac by rodin

with the swirl of boisterous discourse
going on all around me

not understanding
a single word being said

and i felt more alive that way

i feltl like the luckiest man
on the face of the earth.


No comments: