The Meaning of Meaninglessness

The whitish gleam off the birdie
As it flies over the badminton net:
A quick wink from the sun.
Today is the day for nothing.
Whatever.

The net is quickly gathered up,
No fish today, so we head for
The city-center which is busy, busy
But I have no part in it.
No obligations.

We haphazardly stumble upon lunch
As we stroll past the Nord-See,
But fish is not on my menu
So I grab a doener kebap
And fill up on nothing.

Enjoying the sun-set on the veranda,
The next day’s plans cross my mind,
And I rue the thought of ending the day’s ennui.
The phone rings, shattering my placid thoughts.
It’s never for me.

The phone call sends me running
To the apartment across the river
To help a friend in need.
What greets me is a gun in the face.
And suddenly,
My life is full of meaning.