In Mongolia In Mongolia you find out the earth is much bigger than you thought. Space surrounds you, swallows you up. The blue sky stretches out so wide, it might just break. The green hills roll into foothills dotted with yellow trees, just like home except without fences roads walls. You ride a small horse much, much too far. You try not to say "tchoo". You drink airag and probably offend people greatly, but they are too good-natured to let you know. You sometimes stop at big piles of rock, leave either a blue prayer scarf or an empty bottle of Chinggis (it is all the same). You drive a lowrider over the faintest 2-track, and, for the first time in your life, know when the moon will rise. There is no point in trying to speak of it; there you are, humbled. |