FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

In Tibet,

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.

Meg Merrilees

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