A touch of Zen

Even in Kyoto,
Hearing the cuckoo,
I long for Kyoto.
(Basho)

He says he loves the sun on his face,

the sound of the busy Paris streets.

At dawn mostly:

the idea of sipping coffee

with sun on his face;

But what he likes more

is the hollow of the coffee cup,

more than the coffee,

the promise of coffee it brings.

He reaches for the sky,

finds nothingness,

with sun on his face,

or so he thinks:

in Paris,

hearing the metro rumbling,

he longs for Paris.