Bicycle /// Angkor

January 26, 2019, 22:02

I’m in Seam Reap now, and I got in a bit of trouble at Angkor. I climbed the wrong thing and was taken to a covered area to be talked to by a security guard and a man wearing a “Police” hat. They were nice and talked about heritage, while also reprimanding me for my actions. “I’m sorry, I did not know,” I repeated.

There are four salamanders/geckos on the walls in my hostel. I’m sitting at a table in the bar area, and there’s some house music playing, but I have my headphones in, and I’m listening/watching LTAT, the Saturday episode of Rhett & Link.


This is nowhere I ever thought I’d be

Beside a tree, sitting on the banks

Of Trapeang Srah Sang

A little lake several kilometers

Northeast of Angkor Wat.

I took off my shoes and socks

Waded in, snapped a photo.

Prayed a poem, wrote it down

After fingering the dirt and mud

Between my toes.


Sitting cross-legged on Ta Keo

A temple-mountain-pyramid

Possibly the first to be built

Entirely of sandstone by ancient Khmers.

I’ve seen what I came here to see—

            but maybe there’s

            more to come.

My Giant mountain bike has carried me far—

            through a dark jungle

            on roads of pavement & sand.

I will read, now, before heading “home.”


“Am I annoying you?”

“Yes, honey, you are.”


A bad joke, I know.

It just sort of slipped out

While waiting in line for Phnom Bakheng.

(The wife asked a question to her husband

I answered for him, a stranger.)

This ride better have a loop-de-loop

It was like waiting for something at Disneyland

Or the DMV (that symbol of waiting).

But this sunset is worth it

(I’ve seen better—thank you, clear Oregon skies.)

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