l'écrivain ordinaire

and as the sun set behind me, I planted my feet in the sand
today I dreamt of a distant land, the land where my heart resides
or does it not?
my heart resides in every place, except for home
I miss the city with the tall buildings,
the boats that get you across,
the blue sunsets.
I miss the places I've never been
I will get on a train and listen to the tumbled sea
throwing my arms around Venice
remember all the times we got lost?
I always was the crazy explorer, the map to every place we went
Wanderlust.
mingle with the people, eat good food
so I listened to what the rain had to say.
the white beaches came to me as I watched the falling stars
for the first time.
I speak all your tongues
buried treasure you'll always find, have you not looked carefully?

I will cross deserts, search far and wide
for that which will make my soul shiver.






dedicated to all my travel companions and to the ordinary writer.