Here are most of my daily haiku (poetry in 17 syllables) from our time in Nepal! It will mean a lot to me if you leave a comment or question about one you enjoyed!
We have arrived safely in our final country!
tourist coffee shop
sightless friend’s testimony
“God willed us to meet”
mountain’s ledge bus ride
iron sharpening iron
bright pink setting Sun
team rope bridge crossing
share hopes and reservations
confess to Jacob
hike upstream with goats
waterfall in the jungle
hunt crabs for dinner
knee-deep in black pond
collaborative net catch
providing our lunch
three years till her death
witch doctor told her in dream
we pray against this
high up jungle peak
Hindi father laughs us off
no longer unreached
young man’s sight restored
woman walks by night for prayer
such faith in these lands
he lists the spirits
summoned by his healing drum
Christ saps their power
sitting on the floor
spicing up Nepali dish
eating with right hand
falcon swoops, crows chase
mongoose, rhino, peacock dance
elephant ride sights
canoe down river
haggle shirt below half price
suck snails out of shells
sky dims, corn stalks bend
avoid rain in crammed tuk-tuk
witness nerve healing
mango grove picnic
some unripened, some pickled
sing and pray with host
circled up for hymns
no self-consciousness, just praise
voices together
cracked screen fades to black
surprised it survived this long
no more phone, I guess
false teachings in town
local families unite
against the falsehood
call with hopeful friend
setting clear expectations
for our reunion
long bumpy bus ride
squad disappears into fog
multiple ridgelines
seated on straw mat
explaining the Trinity
to Dane we just met
popcorn with hard drinks
green felt under neon glow
deep question for them
run off a sloped cliff
gliding above green mountains
lean to side, vomit
flag-clad balcony
city glitters far below
I spill long-kept beans
Himalayas smile
Their foreheads kissed by sunlight
I return a grin
check in, swing for two
Nausicaä of the Valley
squad lamentation
seated on rock slabs
terraced green hillsides below
inner thoughts made plain
sunrise iced mochas
a forehead kiss of closure
Spirited Away
every sunlit hour
riding in a metaphor
cultural bubble
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