When I close my eyes.

The rice fields just north west of Damak, Jhapa district, Nepal

When I close my eyes

 

When I close my eyes

I see paddy fields of rice

Against a stage of blue hazed mountains

 

Small clusters of leaves

In rhythmic pattern

Growing in square ponds filled with rain

 

I see oxen and a plough

And hear the man shout

Synchronous with the animals breath

 

A schoolboy on a bicycle

Slowly crosses my view

From left to right with a youthful smile

 

The rope in my hands

Of the bucket in the well

Gives me something at least to hold on to

 

While my mouth tastes

Freshly plucked mango

Mixed with cardamom scented black tea

 

And your soft hands strike

My arm with the sensual

Brief touch of an unspoken tender love

 

Alice © 2012