Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Paul of Kandahar ...



I met Paul this morning at Semi Colons -

Paul's a world traveller - he's slept under strange stars - he's flown over red deserts in a wounded aircraft - 

Once Paul booked a passage from Tilbury to Yokohama - 

He watched Neptune preside over his court when they crossed the line

The vast container ship was crewed by noiseless Filipinos - 

Paul had a suitcase of books in his cabin - he'd read Graham Green in the South China Sea - 

He'd watched a Russian crew train high pressure hoses on Somali pirates - 

The Russians were fearless - they all came from the same small town in Siberia - 

In the 1970s Paul had travelled overland from London to Dehli - 

He'd dined in a grim hotel in Bucharest - 

He'd bought almonds in a market in Kandahar - 

A tribesman had given him his ankle length coat for a fistful of afghani - 

Sitting in Queensmead Hall, next to Paul, I felt the heat of a tropic sun, the sounds of a teeming city - 

Soon, surely, I would be crossing a border, hearing a new language, breathing different air - 


11.00
Wednesday 10 February 2016

Queensmead Hall
Swanage
Dorset  




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