“I dreamt I was in Paris”

Jen Booton

I dreamt I was in Paris

scents of coffee and absinthe

wafting as olfactory wind chimes

typewriters snug on Boulevard Montparnasse

tables peppered with burgeoning authors

lost among their own generation but destined

to be famous for centuries.

Drunk on wine, cigarettes and

delusion sturdy as centenarian

tree roots that their precious

moment in time, after war, was all

that mattered, which of course they were right

a ripple in the energetic tapestry of life

connecting them with me here, 100 years

Later on a wooden table snug against

a Smith-Corona drunk on the belief

that this sliver of presence means

just as much as it did to them

and that maybe it wasn't a dream after all

but a memory as we find ourselves

over and over again through the timeless echo

of ink-drenched words.

More from Jen Booton ↓

• @jenthepoeta on Instagram
• She runs Mística Holistica, a mystic shop and tea house in Avellanas, Costa Rica. There you can find Jen writing custom poems on a typewriter at the weekly Friday night market. And everyday you can access the poetry pharmacy featuring poets from around the world.