It’s the end of a week
A week without expectation
Without connection to reality
To original perception of
All those I never knew
Before and am unlikely to
Know again.
The quest for relaxation
And happiness some way to
Its completion only marred
Slightly by French chanting,
Arm pulling and waiting
In the freedom of this encounter
I have learned a great deal
More than I expected to
I came without expectation
With nothing to gain
Animate yourself, take your
Face from that awful chick
Lit book you bought at the
Airport, speak French to
French people who couldn’t
Care less and fit the rules
And line drawn by those who
Have been before
Know yourself more than
The other know you, your
Job is not to orchestrate
Their ease , unless you too
Are at ease.
On Monday my real life
Begins again and I will
Soon forget the praise for
My impromptu bus performance,
The wink from that Dutch gentleman,
Your journey with
Its google translate sign
Posts, that 5 hours on the
Porch and how to ecstatic
I was when you won.
And tomorrow I will wish I was here as I
Drive my beautiful new car
Down the road the same way I
Will drive for the next year,
And tomorrow I will try
To remember.
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