An Unlikely Phoenix

There is where you are,
and where you want to be.

And the magic lies
in the path between the two,

the twists and turns,
the tragedy and triumph,

the broken hearts and lost souls
that rise again and again,

miraculously, an unlikely phoenix
lifted by strange powers and music

not his own.

About this poem

Nothing seems to happen in a straight line. Nothing.

The picture hangs on my wall. Notre Dame in Paris. I keep a picture of the next trip I want to take in front of me, so I can see it every day. My last trip, to Italy, took years to happen. This one may take more.

But the trip happened. And it was magical. The next one will be too. And not just to Paris.

Tom