a poem by Ivan Jenson

there will come a sweet
Swiss chocolate time
made in Japan
crafted in Italy
imported from Spain
fragile as China
and carved in Africa
and it will be
soft as French fabric
and Tibetan tapestry
and we will all
run barefoot on
Persian rugs
and the magic carpets of
and the cold cobblestones of
and although this is a moment
as distant as Australia
and as hard to reach
as the Himalayas
it will arrive
like a world weary
traveler bearing
exotic gifts
for everyone
to enjoy