the things i remember

i remember the looks of pain and desperation on the faces of those women.

as they paddled against the wind and the chop.

on their boats

which should have sunk

(and probably have

but i have never seen it)

trying to sell one lousy can of coca cola.

which i didnt buy.


i remember the turtle

being scared and

the turtle

in the bathroom.


i remeber the waterfall

and the sacrifice

and the sunset


i remember the monk in the forest

the mountain behind the monk and the one legged guide who took all my cigarettes

i raged.

once.

i dont rage anymore.

the monk told my fortune

and somehow

i am happy.