mountain monk

Think of the old married monk,
living in a hut on the mountain -
his thin wife,
fat little dog.
He came out for a half jar of candy,
and spoke only hangeul,
slowly, as one does
when
utterly incomprehensible to another.

We
left
something  small.

All
walked uphill,
through his garden of fruit trees and vegetables
smelling of shit, piss, and earth.