What will I do in a place like this?
Lie on the cobbles and watch the sky open
Slalom through the willows, my arms wide
Talk to myself of the world’s wonders
Stand alone, arms dangling, heart at rest
Welcome all who come by
Who will I meet in a place like this ?
An old man with no English and a huge smile
A teacher holding hands with three little kids
Gulls hanging high above the Leie
A five-year-old girl with eyes that see the centuries
The next love of my life
When will I come to a place like this?
At daybreak as the world wakens
When my spot on the bench feels my arrival
When hunger of a different kind gnaws at me
When my feet tell me to
As the lights of evening shine on us all
Why does my heart soar in a place like this?
The Lievekaai in Ghent
4 thoughts on “What Will I Do in a Place Like This?”
I just love your words and hte photos are amazing. so so great to read your stories.
Thank you, Donna. Come sit on the Lievekaai.
your writing absolutely makes me feel right there! so so good.
Thanks. We’ll have a Belgian beer … maybe Delerium Tremens.