Monday, December 31, 2007

haiku waterfall

Cities want to know.
Villages want to preach.
Hard to nod and smile.

Floating above road
a honeybee block party
steady breath, walk through

WWOOFing
Cows nosh on rice fields
monosyllabic shouting.
I am cow herder.

cutter and big hoe
anything is accompished
with only two tools

"you'll figure it out"
my canal know-how: zero
"one bite at a time"

Cut rice Christmas day
"Jake, you have a woman's back"
re: my squatting skillz

Christmas Eve
tea, sweets, fruits and cakes
foreigner fireside chat
a christmas medley

Cooking
sara's cooking show
"Your idly looks like dosa!"
Indian insult

Snakes
My mind: :Woot, no snakes"
thoughts end, one slithers past me
God, that's not funny

Farm road snake x-ing
Scales of asphalt and moonlight
spared by our driver

River Hike
river rock scramble
reminder of hikes with dad
able to skip stones

Tarzan embodied
I skin the cat from tree vines
then dangle sans hands

Nature's spa treatment
waterfall whirlpool revealed
beware the leeches

Yoga
backlit stone body
teaches ancient asanas
ignore all the flys

Guesthouse veranda
do surya namaskar
and laugh with the moon

Yoga Q&A
"Have you seen mystic powers?"
"Those with them, leave Earth"

love loose ligaments
balanced body on one foot
soon, only one toe

Guesthouse
Dirty skylight game
find Jesus and Rasputin
Even Amy Gray

"Did you dream last night?"
Me: superheroes. Sara: ....?
Asked every morning

Some come for silence
others to embrace culture
It's ok to laugh

Escape to drink chai
moonlit walks guided by dogs
biscuits their reward

Trains
Sara knots bracelets
I write haikus. Train pastime
becomes history.

Read poems between knots
She nods and talks of image.
Wish she'd head-bobble

tufts of earth's blond hair
feed meandering cattle
and toggle cool winds

Flower on the ledge
sticky petals keep its place
pressed between pages

Bikes
Ride past clothes sellers
They ask where's my kerosene
big grin, ring my bell

Sara trades her bikes
For a Purple Hero Empress
Fits her perfectly

1 comment:

mom said...

jake, i think i will not be abale to read anything that is not written as a haiku. your writting is beautiful, and the visual images take us there with you.
love, lynn mom