My First Taste of Europe
It sounded wonderful
to travel to border cities
upon lakes or rivers
and waste a day of it.
Gravel swirled on faint stone paths
in the trees of a park
when I followed the laughter
to watch people dance.
The ducks of Lucerne
went swimming for lunch.
I knew of some things after I left
like the mountains
when the clouds lifted.
The wine was delicious
gracie, thank you
sitting next to someone new
trying to speak to them
I woke up to a fine conversation
Irish coffee and drink
off dark waters of a distant lake
very black, pouring open
myself, I began to understand
with speechless words
words of wisdom and comfort
standing for something
but jumping off from all
known.
The sun rose around me
bringing houses and streets
old men walking
closer to my new world
I noticed the presence
of days and weeks and nights
that had never been there before
that allowed the existence of
something new to come to
something old that began to describe me.
Passive Architect 