Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Awakening Senses

The flicker of the TV catches my attention
from beyond my eyelids.
I must realize I am in Luang Prabang because
the thumping that begins is the sound of the monks pounding on their drums. 

Why are they pounding so early?
It must be later than I realize. 
Wait a minute, there is no TV in this hut

My eyes peel open. 
The flickering continues
and is punctuated by actual flashes of light in the deep night sky. 

Perhaps I doze,
maybe not. 
I awake to the first sound of pitter patter on the roof,
the splash in the large tropical leaves. 

I love a storm. 

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4 comments:

  1. It's your title that catches me and won't let go. So often storms do awaken our senses, don't they. Thanks for sharing this today.
    Ruth

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  2. You surprised me with this one, especially the mention of the monks and drumming. Great lead up to the final words, Kristi!

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  3. I have to post here again. I just understood yesterday's post. Duh! I guess I didn't consider the title at all. I am definitely the April fool! Just wanted to say I'm glad you're not leaving!!

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  4. Love your descriptions here. "the pitter patter on the roof" If I close my eyes maybe I can feel it too.

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