a little yellow idol

Hunter Graham

High on a mountain above Kathmandu

There is a statue cast in solid gold

And if we who have held it number few

Its power is a wonder to behold

Small enough to fit the palm of a hand

Complete with its ivory pedestal

Encircled by a narrow onyx band

Its weight is something more than physical

For there in its deep-set emerald eye

Shines the knowledge of an ancient race

Brighter than the sun in an azure sky

Only the truly blessed may see its face

But if your soul is pure - and your heart true

Life's path might guide you yet - to Kathmandu