Another Reason I Love NPR: Paris edition

Today’s first story, the one I hear
while still sleepy, the one I hear
while I make orange coffee,
today’s first story is from Eleanor
and she tells about the light
to be found, the serenity located
just below the collarbone
accessed by leaving a dark apartment
in Paris in winter in a pandemic
to walk along the Seine
through last autumn’s unraked leaves
to walk under the plane trees
dappled flicker of light and shadow
light and shadow
and I am so happy, so thankful
to not hear more vital but horrible news
to hear instead, just this once,
a softer piece of the real world
to start this day.
I am so happy to hear
what Eleanor feels
as she walks along the Seine.