Saturday, September 02, 2006
IT ALL TALKS TO EACH OTHER
Yesterday beautiful afternoon, Kaya and I took a long walk up the mountain and out across the paddies where we found a nice wide stone wall in the shade where we could sit and look at the broad blue lake at the end of the long golden carpet of perfectly ready rice laid out in terraces down the mountainside for our very own eyes, and then beyond at all the layers of mountains across the wide water.
I took off my flannel shirt and spread it on the stone so Kaya could lay down on the wall and we talked about stuff like mountains and lakes, rice and birds, flowers and deer, seeds and farness, time and trees, clouds and sky, rain and rivers and how it all talks to each other, just like we were doing. Kaya spotted the half-moon, sort of hiding there midway in the in the southern blue day and we talked about that too, and oh, about everything.
Kaya and her sisters and her parents went home up north today. Who can I talk to that way now, on a stone wall in the shade, in summer days like these?
I feel now about Kaya and her sisters just the way I felt four years ago, when I wrote