Nepali Haiku

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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