out there



safe behind these windows
and these parapets of stone
gazing at the people down below me
all my life i watch them as i hide up here alone
hungry for the histories they show me
all my life i memorize their faces
knowing them as they will never know meimage

all my life i wonder how it feels to pass a day
not above them
but part of them

and out there
living in the sun
give me one day out there
all i ask is one
to hold forever

out there
where they all live unaware
what i’d give
what i’d dare
just to live one day out there

out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
through the roofs and gables i can see them
ev’ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
heedless of the gift it is to be them
if i was in their skin
I’d treasure ev’ry instant

out there
strolling by the seine image
taste a morning out there
like ordinary men
who freely walk about there
just one day and then
i swear i’ll be content
with my share
won’t resent
won’t despair
old and bent
i won’t care
i’ll have spent
one day
out there



3 Responses to “out there”

  1. so moving and beautiful!

  2. Powerful post. Loved it.

  3. Hi “herself.” As a native New-Yorker, I found your poetry particularly touching. Picturing the foredeck of the sailboat surrounded by the city was really a beautiful way of expressing your thoughts. I’m glad CĂ©cile steered me over to your site. You know, the wheel of fortune brings constant change, so hang on in there until the sun comes out from behind the clouds.

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