Missionary Kids (MKs)
My college world was rocked
when I met MKs who shared
languages, sights, smells and tastes
that my midwest suburb knew nothing of.
But it was the geography of their minds
wherein I got lost and fascinated:
They helped me question
things I had long taken for granted.
An MK gal from India
joined me for several cafeteria lunches
until I had the nerve to ask her:
“Do they belch in India during meals?”
“Oh,” she said, chastising herself with a shake of her head
that only Indian women can pull off naturally.
“They told us to be careful,
Westerners feel belching is rude.”
And there was my friend with whom I planned room next quarter.
His Evangelical parents raised him in Taiwan,
where his heart became a mix: Buddhist, Taoist and Christian.
On discovering this, his Baptist girlfriend dumped his tormented soul.
Riding my bike home late, a train was stopped on the tracks.
I waited a long time before just climbing over it.
Only later did I find out, it was the train that my friend,
had calmly laid down in front of to end his confused life.
by Sabio Lantz, September 2016
Prompt: Open Link Night at d’Verse Poets