A Bank Shot on the Seine

outside the safety of the Musee d’Orsay
the entrance to the Metro awaited me
an unknown space
stairs roll downward beside la Seine
tunneled​             laced in by concrete walls
burrowing into blackness
click counted by turnstiles

my shoulders and woolen neck cuff
turtle me             ​in obvious apprehension
damp rises beneath layers of unneeded clothing
this wane winter morning sneakered feet soundlessly
troll forward             ​signage in a foreign tongue
licks the lids of my owlish eyes​             le Metro currently
holds a soupçon of would be passengers

wary of being ​            alone
timid of contact             ​I pace
the train arrives ​            doors ​            open
            my mind             ​rushes
into the echoing columned ribs of a whaling womb
the railcars             ​move ​            forward
leaning on an upright stanchion             ​I gasped​
shuttled forward? ​​            backward?
toward a hoped for destination
counting breaths             ​stops pass
the doors do not open

thoughts of sprinting to the next car​             occur
then are disregarded as I notice a button
“The French mind so, pratique,
            why open all the doors?”
on the platform shelters are encased in
bullet blasted panes of glass​             a traveler sits​
I target him with my camera len             s​he too is alone
graffiti colors the concreted and secreted scene
blocking the sight of us from the walkway of the
ornate art deco bridge above bridge above

“Do not fear,” they said no matter you are alone.
“Do not fear.” Up the stairs I run​             crossing the bridge
then down              walk the river bank             ​find the boat
north             ​south             ​I do not know             ​I go             ​I go            ​ go.


Deborah Guzzi

About Deborah Guzzi

Deborah Guzzi is a healing facilitator specializing in Japanese Shiatsu and Reiki. She writes for Massage and Aroma Therapy Magazines. She travels the world to expand her knowledge of healing and seeking writing inspiration. She has walked the Great Wall of China, seen Nepal (during the civil war), Japan, Egypt (two weeks before ‘The Arab Spring’), Peru, and France during December’s terrorist attacks. Her poetry appears in Magazines in the UK, Exsistere in Canada, Tincture in Australia, Cha:Asian Literary Review, China, Greece, and Travel by the Book, Eunoia, Liquid Imagination, The Wilderness Literary Review, Illumen, and others in the USA.
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