eurostar.

you emerge from earth’s

bowels to another

country where the sun

is brighter

even grass and villages

whisper en français

you become obsessed

with taking THE photo

a typical landscape au calais

whenever background is right

a bridge jumps to foreground

at lightspeed

then you realise

everything is

typical

think fleetingly

conviction growing

you’re viewing a loop

it’s the same green grass,

same recurring little église

and all your life has been

déja-vu.