A Himalayan Boy

Blasts steeply down from Himalayan mountains
willows are stirring to be waved all around
hiding from me the sight of the river beyond
I finished drinking a cup of nepali tea 

You came on at last
opening the door of our rest house
saying nothing you showed me something on your palm
I looked at it to see it was a small fossil of the ammmonite
outside a black horse was taking his rest with a heavy load on the back
his black tail was hanging down
or was he shaking it?

From the peak of one of the high Himalayan mountains
you carried down through all our bags
it seemed heavy but you looked it was no matter
"thank you!"
he showed us a heartful smile
I saw his black eyes big and shine

He is a porter
he carries bags of trekkers
it is his job from morning till evening

Now I hear of the maoists' invading into nepal
are you still carrying their bags loaded on the horse?

Blasts steeply down from Himalayan mountains
the clear current of the river
the purplish blue sky and
your big black eyes

I have still the ammonite thinking it dear