Restaurant Quarter, Bruxelles
The road is a room between days
spent playing with history,
and the world flickers in flames
of perpetual table candles.
Women talk and smoke;
toying with men and memories,
supping on wine and life and love.
I think of muses,
the privileges of loneliness,
and how many nights I’ve spent like this;
sipping friendly wine,
swimming in dusk’s pool,
watching passers by,
and stirring through my soul.
The road is a room between days,
searching for what’s here.
I’m in Brussels, as I have been twice a year for the past three years, working with people from all around Europe for a week, and connecting with shared histories and humour going back thousands of years. I feel very privileged to meet and work with colleagues from Bulgaria and Finland and Malta and Portugal and everywhere in between, and wish I could have a week every year like this (in fact everyone should have this chance, once a year, to meet like-minded people in whatever it is they do from other cultures). It is refreshing and life-affirming. Alas – this is my last time.
If you know this part of Brussels, just off Rue Gretry, I think you’ll know what I mean about the road, too.
I like the reflective write.. “The road is a room between days”….Before in my former job, I travel a lot and meet a lot of people. Now, I am stuck in a computer the whole day.
Someday I hope to travel and see this…
Beautiful poem…quite an observation of everything around us…I love the line: “The road is a room between days”…
Very nice thoughts!
I love this…we all travel this road….many don’t stop to take in the view
Great experiences and it is the best teacher!! Your poem is beautiful and well describes life on the move!!