I saw so much.
I saw genuine welcome in mugs of Yak butter tea,
Served with delight by very round ladies
in national dress.
I saw dizzying mountain passes,
With lakes as blue as a child’s painting
and I balanced breathlessly,
On the very roof of the World.
I saw families working vast fields of hay,
Using old scythes and new Chinese tractors.
Children with high rosy cheeks and shy smiles,
came to take offerings of coloured pencils.
And I saw tired mothers carrying toddlers
Overdressed to the point of immobility.
I saw a thousand prayers fluttering off to heaven
From mountains the Chinese would dedicate to Mammon.
I saw palaces tainted and enriched by the small change of the devoted.
I saw a people on the precipice of change.
And I saw the beginnings of us.