May 2026

Some lives would never land in Christiania –
yours might be one.
But a thin sliver of a path
from rebellious youth and contrary convictions,
walked in some other footwear,
might have led me here.

However, my leather shoes and Paul Smith shirts
walked in a different way.
Increments of work and social pleasures
created their own compelling movement,
and the joys of family have deep roots
hefting me to a different hillside.

So, I sit here outside the Café Moonfisher
coffee and carrot cake to one side,
thinking of paths not taken,
notebook open, pencil in my hand
watching, with little sorrow,
someone else’s promised land.