bumpy songthaew ride bumpy
spine bruised from metal and crammed in
but i’m grinning
like a dog
head out the window in tongue lolling joy at the wind on my face
the glorious green going bybutterflies glance off our wheels and fly through my hair
and on speeds a delicious day
of rain fed lush land
of rice paddy fields and circling mountains
spine bruised from metal and crammed in
but i’m grinning
like a dog
head out the window in tongue lolling joy at the wind on my face
the glorious green going bybutterflies glance off our wheels and fly through my hair
and on speeds a delicious day
of rain fed lush land
of rice paddy fields and circling mountains
thatched bamboo huts stand on stilts above the dirt and mud
babies rock in the cool under houses
where hen and rooster mate
an old woman shephards geese with a stick
as new born chicks cluck along the bamboo fences
round hairy black hogs and piglets wobble by
hansome cows langish on the road undisturbed by our approaching metal speed
a gaggle of school girls with almond skin and bright umbrellas
laugh and call to each other
waving wide eyed
at the white stranger that is me.