Beginnings

The excitement of beginnings
The unknown,
Delicious surprise
Discovering of morsels
Fragments of the other
Ever unfolding
Jigsaw pieces falling into place
Some never to be disclosed
Pieces floating - never to fit
Ålone in limbo
Matching nothing
So much still unknown
Past tragedies, happiness, favourite moments
Euphoria, Nostalgia, Tears
The unfathomable complexity of life
The questions without answers
The unabridged
Wearing of masks…..
And glimpses of exposed underbelly
… beginnings

Paris '08

My Erika had disappeared in a dark cab while the moon looked on, it was black but the naked trees were ashimmer with their holiday bijoux. When the sun vied with the mist eventually, I strolled over one of the many bridges of the Seine, this one accommodated a trio of jazz musicians, their voices American, their garb from the thirties, their music, well, old time. People were sparse, preferring the warm cafes, I was lonely, I stood on the bridge, their songs were succour to my melancholy. When they played the Tennessee Waltz I started to sing along but curiously after a verse I couldn't continue, I started to choke. It was one of the songs my baby and I sang to pass the hours when driving to the mountains. I felt someone watching me, he followed, as I ambled around Notre Dame, and approached me with hesitancy on the next bridge. We talked brokenly, his English and my French were on a par. Small hands I mused,finger stubs, but then he was a short man - Why is it I thought, that small men are drawn to tall women, is it because they can say to the world - look what I have here, I may be short but hey look what I can attract ? We met again but at the end of a grey afternoon in Musee D'Orsay immersing myself in Monet, and Van Gogh, amongst other artists, I slipped away before the impending dinner could eventuate, the inevitable fumblings of unwanted amour, the attempt to remain pleasant/ polite but at a distance, to a stranger who was kind ? or perhaps had his own agenda - melancholy solo woman's mask.

Not a very exciting episode but the mood lingers - New Years Eve in Paris, now that was FUN - That is for another time,