Ce Que J'ai Appris [what i have learned]

A POEM OF AMBIGUOUS PROPORTIONS

...What have I learned?

Je ne sais pas...alors.

J’ai appris.  J’ai appris. J’ai appris

Everything spurs from the intentional—the eventual.

With age comes increasing struggle to see,

My intentions are hazy

Too quickly—the time comes and goes

And this indistinct blur is nothing at all but that

A blur

—The clouds after it rains.

But slivers, slivers, there have always been slivers,

Through which I see a city, soft in shades of gray

A sun peaking out from beneath this collage

Of steel laden inhabitants

Chez Moi

Mais, Mais, Mais,

The rain has slowed for some time now, as the sky begins to ripen.

The haze, not gone, remains in the distance,

And the stain left behind, on my squinting eyes, is blue.

Blue. I don’t know what to do with blue.

I see, now I see—

I’d rather have just a sliver of light than be blinded by an overflow of Blue.

Beauteous beckoning blue

Bewitchingly decadent blue

Que Faire?

Hélas, hélas, hélas

I’ve looked up towards the sun too long

Although it feels like just a moment

 —unable to unwind

Now, in the forefront of my mind

Is not the last blue sky I saw.

But rather, the gray mist that came before

How fondly I will remember those silver slivers of light

Those falling, fleeting thoughts,

darting towards a steel ideal.

 I knew—at least I thought I knew

Distinction cannot appear behind a haze.

I knew. I knew! I knew?

Yet I squint to get a glimpse

Behind this opaque blue—

My intention? Qui sait?

 Je Continue.

 J’ai appris J’ai appris, J’ai appris

This wave has come at me in threes.

I smell Remnants of blur in the breeze

Cette vague, Cette vague de ma vie
Taking French / 2011.