Arrival CDG – 2014
by Carolyn Clark
for Sean and Caroline
Our white mare follows me
even across oceans:
past la douane
one white horsehair
on my jacket, brand “Avalanche.”
This level crossing of la banlieue
the Blue line at first glance so similar to Rockville’s
Red line: above ground, green and below…
but – Sycamores – here there are more of them,
and ubiquitous graffiti.
parallels to Tribeca, trains of NY.
Yet here these trees adapt, hang on.
And graffiti? Why try to erase
that which cannot be (erased).
A deeper history here relives the pain
of centuries as if it were yesterday.
I’m crossing towards Paris, past
crumbled buildings and crumpled litter
that stills swirl in place,
yet today the early light,
and hope, slices of fresh shade,
cool in summer,
put on a fresh face.
Carolyn Clark, Ph.D., is a devoted teacher and a personal trainer. Indebted to teachers at Cornell University, Brown University, and The Johns Hopkins University for degrees in Classics-related fields, she enjoys riding, writing woodlands lyric poetry, and finding mythology everywhere.