In the Eiffel Tower
I saw how girders built a life.
Upheld a weightless spirit.
Strength as ephemeral as mist,
immense as the arms of a mountain.
This is an iron bird of paradise,
a black wing reaching into the sky.
Paris, a beach of white buildings.
An ocean of poetry.
How light the city becomes
looking off to the blue island
of the horizon.
I saw the tower reach out of the trees
coming into the city.
The watery silver of the air
lifting up the bones of a great edifice.
Paris was given its Parthenon.
Life coming from the earth like a spine
in the cathedral of the heavens.
Paris, given the arms of an eternal presence
for her dreams.