It was the way my eyes
when I landed in Londontown after saying goodbye to the Irish Frenchwoman who drank a lot of wine on board the plane and spat on me in her enthusiasm as she commented on my SF-SF (sang-froid | savoir-faire) in reaction to a comment that I would move to SF in a few.
Eyes drink when they can see, not just see, but SEE, sí, la compañía aérea no me dieron mis boletos segundo y tercero a Estrasburgo to the skeptical airport woman in MadrI’d forgotten my ID, or it had run away from me, or it crawled out, or something, which was a pain when I went to le resto U to work a little and eat a little with some strangers.
“So you’re from the US?”
“For study abroad?”
But you’re living in France?”
“As part of a program?”
“So you’re doing research?”
“In a lab?”
“But you’re working with a professor?”
No, not France.
“You said you’re working?”
“With a French visa?”
“With people around the world?”
“So is it a French company?”
“You are racing, though?”
“With a US team?”
“With French teammates?”
It’s a full house, 3 girls and 2 guys my age. Erika from Ecuador. Natalia from Costa Rica. Kristy from…… Syracuse. Hugues speaks to Natalia in French who speaks to Erika in Spanish while I chime in with Spanish that disintegrates into French that Kristy replies to in English after Claude nods.
I found a really cool rainbow tie dye balloon outside the Conservatory
after Kristy’s concert but then I popped it accidentally.
RIP really cool rainbow tie dye balloon.
And the dream? The dream is when I’m awake. It’s my job that’s never felt like a job because it’s just me, like an eyelash or a smile or a scar. It’s my research that’s never felt like research because it’s been play, a treasure hunt, easter eggs, Sunday-morning crossword puzzles. It’s my bike that’s… well, it’s always felt like a bike, the routes up and down mountains in the Black Forest that I’m dying itching killing to ride right now.
It’s me making a wish into the belly of the Cathédrale, it’s the wish coming true. Because when a wish comes true, it’s called dreaming with your eyes wide open… so that you can really See.
See, by night three, with the windows gaping wide as I made love with the Strasbourg night, tous mes rêves etaient en français.