Living the Dream Prose+Poetry Road Trips

The Road to Provence

The perfume of earth and olives
fifty shades of green
deep cypress frames guilded eucalyptus
in heat as dry as a nut.
Oleandar like home
signs for snails, peaches and Brousse de Rove
a deer crossing
a lone cyclist
a family picnic on the side of the road.
What sound?
dogged, implacable, deafening
the song of the Chicada
that starts with the dawn
and probably drove Van Gogh crazy.
The road to Saint Remy
pungent with pine
vines like soldiers guarding the ancient terroir
against the riot of sunflowers.

Dusky light
sets fire to the rock
the vividness of youth on every face
as day turns to night
and the chicadas sleep.

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (, and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

4 comments on “The Road to Provence

  1. Mary Paston

    Oh Alison …how lovely!! Those cicadas..we heard them hiking in unforgettable,,quite awful, sound!! Your words paint a lovely picture!!!!

    Sent from my iPad


  2. Lorraine Wattie



  3. Rock Paper Sister(s)

    Simple and sensuous…except for those damn cicadas!

  4. More! More! Your. No. 1 fan. Fantastic. Luna.

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