I remember the day I walked through museums in Paris, the Louvre where blue tilted through glass clouds as we viewed the masterpieces. You were only a tiny embryo folded inside me, as I’d place my fingers on my belly and say, here is a Picasso, a Rembrandt a Botticelli, to the gentle hush beneath me.
And it’s funny now, remembering a moment of feeling so tired, I sat down in a wicker chair in a small cafe beside the gallery, my legs swollen, I was happy when the French waiter offered me a glass of water with fizz, but when I said I wasn’t hungry, and wouldn’t be ordering food, he took it away, and I watched the sun dip through the sky through the window
But today I’d like to say, thank you, to that server, for reminding me there’s always a bit of cruelty somewhere
to be found even in the midst of beauty.
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is a ten-time Pushcart Prize nominee and a seven-time Best of the Net nominee. In 2012 she won the Red Ochre Chapbook Contest, with her manuscript, Before I Go to Sleep. In 2018 her book In the Making of Goodbyes was nominated for a national book award and her poem A Mall in California took 2nd place for the Jack Kerouac Poetry Prize. In 2019 her chapbook An Ode to Hope in the Midst of Pandemonium was a finalist in the Eric Hoffer Book Awards. She is the former Editor-in-Chief for The Orchards Poetry Journal and Co-Editor-in-Chief for the Tule Review. She is a member of the Sacramento Poetry Center Board of Directors and Saratoga Author’s Hall of Fame. She is currently enrolled in the Vermont College of Fine Arts MFA in Writing program.