Bastille Day

Do you remember when you were released
From prison? The sun so strong it attacked your eyes.
The street so empty, ominous, you were afraid to take a step.
People so resistant, alien, you hardly knew
If you knew anyone at all...even your family,
Your children...the others,
Gathered around the edges of the dining room,
Shallow glasses, looking away...
Your daughter sitting on the chair beside you,
Wondering who you were, wondering...

A fitting poem for the day, a story told without superfluous words and with just the right touch of pathos. The scene is poignant and could just as well be telling the story of a soldier returning from Iraq or Afghanistan today. Nicely done.

Joe

Thank you, Joseph.

We each tell stories, some of them our own, some...and some reach into the experiences of others, as is fitting, alien, we are even alien to our own experiences sometimes.

shalom,

Peter

Well Peter, it's no "Tie a Yellow Ribbon", but it is a touching story. A good read; and no we don't have to live the tale to tell it.

Les

Les,

You had to mention one of my LEAST favorite jingoist songs, so I'm am very pleased it isn't that song.

amo,

Peter

Peter, my comment was tongue in cheek, actually I was referrinmg to the tone of the piece compared to the unrealistically sappy closing of the aforementioned tune.

Les

Thanks for clarifying...I was beginning to worry about you. Sometimes it's hard to see that twinkle in your eye from this distance, Les.

cheers,

Peter