The Journey

The wind is time boisterously unfolding
buffeting our lives

we are immersed in it
go through it, always

although we may not appreciate
the destination

sometimes it is still, quiet, like
those memories that are snapshots in your mind

sometimes it picks you up
throws you down splat

Paris never leaves you
nor does grief

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

16 thoughts on “The Journey

    1. I used to work in Paris on a regular basis, so much so that the Steward on the Red-eye flight from Heathrow knew exactly how I liked my breakfast cooked……and my favourite champagne! And people assume that my career in Telecoms was boring…..

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        1. Free Champagne on Business flights in the 1990s. Eventually the travel took its toll, and I found less glamourous (and less well rewarded ) work. But it was glorious for a while!

          Not bad for a working class girl who’s Mother wanter her to work in a shop. ;)

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