I remember in New Orleans,
we walked from our hotel
down to the rails
on St. Charles Avenue
and waited for the streetcar.
When it stopped
we climbed in
to the already packed car,
and a flood of bodies
poured in behind us,
a crushing weight
trapping us inside.
Your eyes were wide,
your breathing shallow,
and if I'd been there alone
I'd have clawed my way
up and over the heads of that crowd
and jumped out the damn window.
But I smiled,
put my arm around you,
and squeezed a little,
whispered in your ear,
"It's ok."
You looked at me,
took a deep breath,
relaxed a bit,
and we rode those rails
all the way down to the Quarter.
The narrative unveils the feelings of a loving heart in an awkward situation. Great imagery and a fantastic presentation. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine description of claustrophobia contained by affection. Touching and well-rooted in its setting.
Thanks I’m glad you liked it :)