Journey down the Mekong
Published in
Apr 5, 2022
Sleepy towns divided by a stone’s throw
Speaking different languages within hearing distance
And always the river’s lullaby
Its gently caressing song:
“your differences are arbitrary
if only you would know
and like my distant tributaries
you form the same great flow”
Two days we drifted languidly
Past elephant and buffalo
And children playing free
All
As we
Schooled daily
In flowing
Sagacity