After the Fire

A jolt. A fire in Notre Dame. The heart of Paris
Gravely damaged. I recall the square outside,
Filled up with pilgrims, tourists, kids, all thrilled
To view the ancient structure with its buttresses,
Its towers, sculptures at the entrances and in a long
Line up above, and I remember waiting in the crowd
To enter next to J. The two of us were so excited,
Having reached each other, after years apart, in such
A place. To tour Paris like two lovers in a movie,
What a treat! And, now to enter this cathedral.
We walked hand in hand along the outer portions
Of the nave, appreciating splendid carvings, images
Of ecstasy. I turned my head, and J was gone.
One cannot know all that there is to know about
One's lover, even when you never are apart.
I went on, circling the nave, and noticed, after
Finishing, that J was seated on a pew. Her head
Was bowed, and she, who had learned French,
Had joined the worshippers. I waited until she
Was done. We left the church, and bought some
T-shirts. In the days which followed, we saw
Other parts of Paris, and we had the most amazing
Time. Then, she went back to Bordeaux, and I
Took a train to Germany. We rarely see each
Other now. I called in case she hadn't heard
The news concerning Notre Dame, and, when
I mentioned we'd been there, she began to cry.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 192 times
Written on 2019-04-17 at 01:16

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
A memory exposited with an expert hand, and with keen sensitivity. Excellent work, Larry.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely and tender - funny how things like this bring back memories of time, people and places - a step back but hopefully one that will go forward to a new beginning

Elle x

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Larry, this is so intimately touching so tender it draws me into to it completely. BRAVO!