The journey has many beginnings,
false starts and rest stops
along the way: a homey café
where the smell of freshly-roasted
coffee-beans assails your nostrils
as you enter. You’re a born-again
voyager! Or there’s an oasis
with date palms and water so welcome
you think you’ve found God
at last...
But you cannot rest
there, neither in God
nor in the arms of your lover.
So you pick up your back-pack,
your hopes, lace up your walking shoes
and you begin again.
Perhaps the journey is nothing
but beginnings, one
after the other, beginnings
without end...
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