At The Rue De La Bucherie Poem by Justine Camacho Tajonera

The man I asked for directions did not know how
to explain it to me
but he smiled, took my hand
and showed me the way.
Voila! He said, when we got there.
I saw an unexpected view of the Notre Dame.
Entering the bookstore I was looking for,
a moment of bewilderment.
But only for a moment.
The books did not weigh me down or
give me flight.
A few titles illuminated.
Only one or two.
And I knew my journey was complete.
If you know what you are looking for,
the alleys, shelves and strangers
will take your hand and
lead the way.
Everything affirms
you only need to
decide.