Quicksand

Sometimes, we spin around a patch of sand for months, years really,

walking carefree around its edges,

round and round,

touching tickling blades of grass, we forget,

deviate,

step among the nearby trees, luscious, drying,

and come back,

completely oblivious of its languid existence,

its lively nature,

carelessly step into it, still enjoying the intensive sun,

because there is no shadow,

and don’t even notice we’re in its mercy,

don’t think about how one step reversed the positions of power,

it slowly swallowing us,

while we still believe to be in control,

and it’s too late, too late,

we’re in its trap.

We only realize it when the sand is in our eyes,

and the next second, we are gone.

5 Comments

    1. Yes, I am… Sure, if you want to meet up during the day, avec plaisir as we say here 🙂 for the recs, I think you already know Paris a bit, right? Latin Quarter, river banks and Le Marais are always a must, but then I’d say try the 11th and 20th arrondissement, less touristy, but nice districts. For the rest, depends what you’re interested in 🙂

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