Checkpoint Too

He sits, waiting for us, every day

Perched in the doorway, perfectly balanced, just across the way from the primary school. He’s next door to the pop up pho restaurant, across from the countless bikes, schoolchildren just dismounted and sneaking across the road for their breakfast. Morning pho, of course.

It’s rush hour at the school

And he’s there to witness it.

Regular, like a grandfather


He sits, legs crossed

And every time we pass he is silent, introspective


His greying, short-cropped hair belies his youthfulness. Eyes shining, he keeps watch over the school.

And in so doing, keeps himself young.

Published by Radutti

Teaching in Ha Noi, screwing things up daily but surviving to write about it. ...everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

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  1. Your description of this man is impeccable. I can picture him clearly! It reminds me of the “regulars” I would pass on my walks to school while teaching in South America. I loved the details of those walks – thanks for the memory!

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  2. I like the patterning of this, the slow unfolding, as if a clock is ticking. I can feel the time passing-tick, tock-with each brief line. The surprise at finding out that he’s young at the end is lovely. Also, now I want Pho again.

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