i want the world

Photo by A.V. Crofts
Photo by A.V. Crofts

 

I heard a report on the radio last night
that included a section
about how while Paris apartments are small
the city is large and you spend time outside:
in restaurants
clubs
parks
cafes
etc.
The city is an extension of your home.
The city is your home.
Which is how I feel in Seattle.
Or Portland.
Or anywhere.
I don’t need a huge house
because I can seek more space
elsewhere
and still feel at home.
Hollande has pledged 5000 more police
working the streets of Paris.
Okay.
But that isn’t really the point, is it?
We need 5000 more people
not to cancel their Paris plans.
5000 more people
to go out to eat tomorrow, and the next day.
5000 more people to still visit Egypt.
To hold on to those plane reservations
even though 900,000 airport workers in the U.S.
do not clear daily security checks
even though passengers are made
to still take off our shoes
and abandon our honey, lotion, and jam.
You can look at Paris and be fearful.
You can look at Paris and be furious.
But you can also look at Paris and be grateful
that
you
are
free.
To do what you want!
And I want the world.
All of it.
It’s been so good to me.
Everyone.
Everywhere.