by Kim McNealy Sosin
In the sculpture gardens,
Musée Rodin in Paris,
amongst the Burghers,
an ancient moment
in Paris and Calais.
Sprawled in my chair,
not there,
yet there.
I cradle my book.
Noon and too dark out
All molecules of air stalled,
cold, damp.
A typical November
on the Great Plains.
Stay in the moment
ubiquitous advice.
I consider this moment,
clutch my book.
So here I am, in Paris again,
springtime, late June,
wandering, admiring,
page after page.
The Thinker,The Kiss.
I could be anywhere,
Iceland, Timbuktu,
African photo safari,
not this place.
In any moment
not this moment,
of raging pandemic.
Kim McNealy Sosin is an Emerita Professor of Economics at the University of Nebraska Omaha. Her post-retirement interests include writing and photography. Her poems and photographs have appeared in Fine Lines, Failed Haiku, Daily Haiga, Voices from the Plains, Landscape Magazine, The Heron’s Nest, Wanderlust Journal, Ekphrastic Review, and Sandcutters. The artwork that accompanies her poem is her own. It depicts Rodin’s Burghers of Calais.
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