up coffee mountain

back from 4 days up mountain, picking coffee and visiting our indigenous family. i wrote 22 haiku, plus one with Lady K who’s sick as a dog again, though not as sick as the dog the bus from hell hit on our way home today. this is Lady’s third stomach / intestine / bowel dysentary attack in this three-month old year. sounds like me in morocco.

here’s day one’s haiku. description may follow tomorrow.

Coffee Picking Part 2, Day 2

Rooster crows, bird coos
Sun rises up mountain side
Daily pain begins

Cat claw in my knee
Demands attention from me
Good to be wanted

Country to country
All things change yet stay the same
I remain other

Laugh, touch, cling, hug, hold
People clasp people to heart
I watch from shadow

Outside the fire’s flame
In this dark encroaching cold
I hold my wife, warm