Oasis

We walk under a scorching sun next to the river. He is my guide. Decades younger than me. Yet every time he speaks, I blush. His voice is soft. I barely hear him above the river’s song. As I move in closer to hear his stories of this ancient Indian oasis, I see the delicacy of his fingers pointing to the flowers. As we climb the rocks, I watch the muscles of his calves flex. The heat has my head spinning and the rapid waters my heart racing.

 

                  fan palm
               fingers reach into the green
                  spring yearning

 

 

 

Previously published in ContemporaryhaibunOnline.com, Oct. 2010, vol. 6 no 3.

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Genie Nakano

Genie is a dancer and Yoga/Meditation instructor. Her haiku and related forms are published on-line with Heron's Nest, ContemporaryHaibunOnline.com, Ribbons, Moonbathing, Redmoon Press Anthology, Atlas Poetica, Frogpond, Modern Haiku and Poets on Site.

8 thoughts on “Oasis”

  1. There are no acquired resources and facilities are present along with the government funding is also the most important cause of less education plans in the villages, there should be free education for the children.

  2. For each level you will Jump or fly without touching anything that is not solid ground. Any mistake can occurred it assured death and brings you back to the starting stage.

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