Arriving in a strange new landscape,
tentatively stepping out
all speaking a language
of which I have little understanding.
The mind focused
on a veneer of difference,
(the canvas forgotten) .
The vibrancy of the colours
absorbed in a varnish of uncertainty.
I return to the hotel box
now made my own;
(scattered with familiar possessions) .
A rose colored varnish
all the more deceptive;
the real danger?
Do I go to Starbucks
and order my favorite coffee,
(with four layer chocolate cake)
or drink Chinese tea
and eat noodles in the market place?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.