Chaque jour plus matinale
Chaque saison plus nue
Plus fraîche
-Paul Éluard, La vie, 1926
[and with apologies to Mr Cave]
“I get lucky/I get lucky”
sings the voice:
this morning
always to-day
(was it yesterday?)
as the day dawns slowly
yet impossibly quick- unstoppable.
We get lucky.
Each day more
like a morning
colder
like that morning
in the 10th arrondissement
with Let Love In looping
(could not have been
a tape, could it?)
we wrote “Liberty”
here and there
on the walls
the bridges
every stone
again and again
from city to city
we get lucky
we get lucky
(repeat)
(repeat)
because we try and try again
the world becomes more
like morning
every day.
He spoke to us
of eternity
Everything is Connected 