Martinique, France: How is this my window?
As a voyager poet in France, my goal is to travel often where French is spoken.This poem recognizes a new space with the astonishment of time-travel.
How is this my window,
I’d really like to know
Although my manifestation,
I rest in fascination,
That life can change so easily
Transform, and I tell you verily,
I know really nothing of outcomes
Following my heart is how I become
Better at making choices, not without risk;
Sometimes, I luck out and find my bliss,
Other times I’m wandering lost
Accepting some things while others I toss
I don’t always know why I do what I do
But I trust serendipity will pull me through
To great joys unexpected
Where I’ll be accepted
Just as I am and offer them
A presence more or less zen;
Where ups and downs are accepted
Honestly, not evaded or rejected.
So I gaze through my window
Enjoy what I can and let it flow.