the chirping of colourful birds
i hear in the morning
are the simple serenities i miss

to pick the fruits from
the mango tree
collecting 42 in cardboard boxes

the green landscape that
welcomed me at 6:00AM
laying in the hut and breathing fresh air
as rice fields surround me

how i would wash my wandering feet
in the cold rushing stream
then collect my bicycle and return

was i yet to discover
i was leaving this place in
6 months

(c.r)