Bowel movements have become more polite thankfully, frontloaded in the morning, so that's good news!
I wrote this down earlier - the English major in me is rearing her poetic head:
on this strange shore
where the man-goat wakes after the cock crows and the men sing their holy books at an unholy hour,
I'm still getting used to buttoning the buttons backwards
and learning how to survive on rice.
The mountains shoot straight up like ant mounds,
From somewhere in the clouds the waterfalls fall quickly then slowly,
taking five or so ages to reach our earth.
Bamboo as thick as young oaks crowd out sanctuaries overrun by ants and mosquitoes.
The journey is always up everywhere you go
and the exhaust of motorbikes hangs like mist above the rice fields.
As often as you can, you must clean yourself
because the ibus are going to ask you
before you can even step over the threshold.
The mandi water flows past the bamboos blooming with plastic bags that cling to the upper branches where the river last flooded.
I wrote this down earlier - the English major in me is rearing her poetic head:
on this strange shore
where the man-goat wakes after the cock crows and the men sing their holy books at an unholy hour,
I'm still getting used to buttoning the buttons backwards
and learning how to survive on rice.
The mountains shoot straight up like ant mounds,
From somewhere in the clouds the waterfalls fall quickly then slowly,
taking five or so ages to reach our earth.
Bamboo as thick as young oaks crowd out sanctuaries overrun by ants and mosquitoes.
The journey is always up everywhere you go
and the exhaust of motorbikes hangs like mist above the rice fields.
As often as you can, you must clean yourself
because the ibus are going to ask you
before you can even step over the threshold.
The mandi water flows past the bamboos blooming with plastic bags that cling to the upper branches where the river last flooded.
It flows from here to the sea and beyond.
Here a day, there a day:
time looses its way.
We think of ourselves as brave explorers
of an un-cracked world
but those already here are just as surprised by the flatness of the world.
Here a day, there a day:
time looses its way.
We think of ourselves as brave explorers
of an un-cracked world
but those already here are just as surprised by the flatness of the world.
Pics from Saturday market visit.
Penjual weighing our dragon fruit.
What town is this?
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