Auxerre

Sat under a sun cover
watching these mad fucking French
drivers
I break bread
and drift in the noise
becoming oblivious
to the potential of this
uncoordinated motion.
Beside the speed and anger
I am slow,
drowning
beside the river evening
watching the distant crows
swim in patterns.
A long family
walks by
forlorn parents
and four tall boys
stopping at the menu.
Lining up with the view
I remember why the
solitude is
mine