Sunrise on Pre Rup
Alone I watch the sunrise
From atop the temple Pre Rup
Sky over Kulen ablaze
Shadows of stone lions receding as
Rose light warms the ghostly towers
I hear only crickets
A few frogs and distant motorbikes.
Hypnotized by dawn I wander
Up and down the ancient stairs
Over and through the crumbling chambers
In and out of the surrounding jungle
Teeming with its biomass unseen.
Back at the tuk-tuk two hours later
My friend Rawi
Having had his mid-morning smoke
Is slapping fire ants off my back.