"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Rivers

I wanted to grow old with you

Watching our children

Then our grandchildren play

I wanted to drink coffee with you

Sitting together on the steps while the day was still new


We could have walked along the Thames

Looked at art in the National Gallery

Drank and laughed on the streets of Soho


We could have walked along the Swan

Spent a morning in Freo sipping flat whites on Cappuccino Alley

Then a lazy afternoon on the beach while "The Doctor" caressed our skin and the ocean filled our senses


We could have walked along the Seine

The Louvre with its masterpieces could have been ours for an afternoon

Red wine and cheese on a crowded Parisian street while the day turned to night


We could have walked along the Liffey

Strolled through Stevens Green hand in hand on a rainy afternoon

Than a pint together in an ancient warm Pub


(We could have...faith in me wained ~ desires in a different direction ~ choices broke my heart ~ killing a part of my soul)


So agonizing the loss

I reeled and faltered

Was lost and alone

Vertigo and confusion tossed and whirled me about


Then...


I walked along the Thames

Looked at art in the National Gallery

Drank and laughed on the streets of Soho


I walked along the Swan

Spent a morning in Freo sipping flat whites on Cappuccino Alley

Then a lazy afternoon on the beach while "The Doctor" caressed my body and the ocean filled my senses


I walked along the Seine

The Louvre filled with its masterpieces was mine for an afternoon

Red wine and cheese on a crowded Parisian street while the day turned to night


I walked along the Liffey

Strolled through Stevens Green on a rainy afternoon

Drank a pint in an ancient warm Pub


I walked along the Tiber

I was renewed with all that is Rome

Tuscany breathed newness life into me


Wine and freshness

Warm Mediterranean breezes

Walking with a new lover and friend

As a wild rose bloomed by the river



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