Eurostar to Marseille

Flat angular fields flash past-
Having been birthed out of the sea
We flash too
From Autumn back to late Summer
To foggy sunshine and graffiti.

Decades flash past
Beyond memory
When Death stalked these fields
Grinning at the feast-
Now they grow
Fresh green from old bones.

This France is real
Not the romance of others
It looms low and far
Darkness and light together
Until we flash back to the sea
To our own new life
Flinging itself to the future
In sunlit Marseille.

When these fields remember
Our passing DNA
Perhaps a hair or skin cell
Exhaled through the vents
Make us part of the fog
A droplet to make rain
Flowing down to the sea.

Even now water blinds us
Hurries us through
With no sail aloft
With steel and rock
To bring us back to itself.

So time melts us
Conveys us to all hours
To all years, all places
To all loves and fears alike
Until we understand
It was all here
All the time.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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