Fire In the Valley
The sky is all hazy and white
The monsoon will arrive any night
But across the valley
In Old Manali
Burns a temple with all of its might.
The waterfall gushes and twists
Down canyons, past boulders, through mist
I step under its fall
Throw my head back, enthralled
And let it beat me, I just can’t resist!
Nepal In a Hut
The ceilings are lined in newspapers
The lights, they flare up, then they taper
They serve me a drink
Frothy brew and a wink
As I peer out the door at the glaciers.