Table for One

FrontMy friends and family have gone their own ways, and now I am on my own.  I have filled my scheduled time with plenty of things to do which is good.  As I rest today, I feel a bit homesick.  I’m sure it will pass as I get more used to being by myself.

I stopped for lunch at a cafe outside of the Place des Vosges.  I soon realized it was an early lunch as no one else was eating.  Rather than go with the flight option, I tried my best to enjoy the isolation.  One of my goals is to write, and solitude seems to be my best muse.  I won’t share all of my poems on here, but I might as well share my first little blurb.

Table for one

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Chipped paint hangs with oak beams

Holey limestone protrudes from walls

Jars filled with dried goods

Teapots hanging in a row

Dusty cotton sprig in cluttered corner

And boxes under bench creates decor.

Mother smoking outside

Son cooking inside

Me sitting with my tivoli salad

and water glass that resembles a dog water bowl.

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