6. National Poetry Month

It's national poetry month -- so it's time for a poem.

Fearing Paris
by Marsha Truman Cooper


Suppose that what you fear
could be trapped
and held in Paris.
Then you would have
the courage to go
everywhere in the world.
All the directions of the compass
open to you,
except the degrees east or west
of true north
that lead to Paris.
Still, you wouldn't dare
put your toes smack dab on the city limit line.
You're not really willing to stand on a mountainside
miles away,
and watch the Paris lights
come up at night.
Just to be on the safe side,
you decide to stay completely out of France.
But then danger
seems too close
even to those boundaries,
and you feel the timid part of you
covering the whole globe again.
You need the kind of friend
who learns the secret and says,
"See Paris first."


To my friends, to the truthseekers, to those comfortable with the questions - the bold and the restless... I say "See Paris first!"

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