when i was sitting in my stall
checking out the neighbor's shoes
didn't i check the signs?
the kham-speaking people of nepal
would say that in my moment of realization i heard
which means embarrassment
they hear chagrin
was it my heart
quickening as i realized i would have to walk out of a men's room
into a crowded restaurant?
i finally opened my stall door (cautiously)
only sort-of ready to live into the zuu-zuu
a woman smiled at me as she entered the room
(what's the kham sound for relief?)
but what of the man in the stall, you ask
lady's work boots....
*the book, at the foot of the snows, (from which i learned the kham word for embarrassment) is an excellent missionary story that's keeping me from reading blogs, grading papers, listening to my family....i highly recommend it!
what's new with you? any great zuu-zuu stories? good reads?
linking with -
michelle for hear it monday, use it on sunday, heather for just write, joan for sharing his beauty, laura for playdates with god, jennifer for tell his story, jen for soli deo gloria, emily for imperfect prose