My return and a poem

After a hefty sabbatical from writing things for you to read, I’m returning to fifteenminutes.co.nz with a different slant. Dust Off The Bookshelf was a great idea, but suffered the same wheezy cough that has plagued communism for the last century. Namely, praxis. In the second incarnation of this blog, I’ll be writing about my travels to distant shores. If that gets boring, I’ll resort to uninformed critique.

To begin, a poem:

Drinking Coffee

Drinking coffee
By myself
In a New Plymouth cafe
Writing
I wonder if this will be my life for the next three months
As I seek respite from New York’s ego
Run from Italy’s affluence
Escape from my Parisian loneliness
Hide from Tanzania’s groans
These are the assumptions I hold about the world out there
The very things that will be stretched, twisted and wrung out
Because New York will have no ego
I’ll meet the poor in Italy
Fall in love in Paris
See the sons of God revealed in Tanzania
If I’ve learnt anything
I’ve learnt that any thing is nothing
And nothing is ever what you thought she would be
And this is the beauty of life
That you start with nothing
End with nothing
And everything happens in between
So this Friday I leave
In search of everything
And of nothing
All the while people sit in cafes
in New Plymouth
Drinking coffee