~French Illusions~

I was chasing an illusion

I realized

That morning

When I got away

From my life

I found

A quiet

Corner

I was staring at a painting

Of dappled leaves

and a brick tower bridge

With a circled clock

White
Like a statue silhouette

On the back bridge

With still and sparkling water

I could feel the sunlight

warm wind

On my face

Probably smelling of clovers

And lavender

Heavy and hanging

In the air

Peaceful strawberry danish

and two large coffees

I closed my eyes

And I was there

Delicate

Icy snow

Jasmine

Makes me feel

Again

A deary world

Is made beautiful

Again

Far away

From

The city lights

Bells

Like warming

strangers

Hints of violets

Like a haunting

Refrain

Saying everything

Without

A sound

What

Are we

Waiting on?

You make me

Believe

In smiles

In the person

That I am

today

I was thinking

Of how many turns

We have to take

To get home

And wouldn’t it

Be easier

If we went straight

Above the trees

Every new beginning

Comes from

Some other

Beginning’s end

As the Dutch say,

Were not made

Of sugar

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~