Nowhere But Here
written by: John Drudge
I walk past
The old women
Selling peaches
On the Rue Mouffetard
Enjoying the anonymity
Of wandering
From street to street
And bar to bar
Without a care
On this warm spring day
But the occasional need
For shade
And the less occasional
Need for sobriety
Resting in a chair
In the Luxembourg gardens
Listening to nannies gossip
While the children play
With boats
Trying to forget
Everything in the world
But the unfurling now
Before me
John Drudge
AUGUST 2020 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords Press
John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.
Latest posts by John Drudge (see all)
- Quiet of The Snow - January 28, 2023
- Nowhere But Here - September 28, 2022
- Sundown - July 8, 2022
