Paris – at Last
She steps on to the plane, a window seat
for the first leg of her journey, a flight
to dreams she has held for so very long.
Reality melts into consciousness,
no longer fantasizing, she takes off.
Paris, put on hold – for love, for labor,
for years as her life shifted, adjusted
to the whims and desires of others.
She pushed aside study for a marriage;
she delayed the rendez-vous for a birth;
she tossed away whimsy for another.
The stale of airport coffee and popcorn
disappears, replaced by café au lait
and croissants as she lands at last – Paris.
Siobhan
07/08/09
July 8, 2009
It only took 26 years
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