Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Maid of the Mists

I am a light sleeper, but
I doubt anyone could
sleep through the
three AM Thai rains
that drown out the drumming
on the roof as millions of drops
fall from four miles straight up
to roar like the devil’s own cataract.

No one but my six-year-old
granddaughter who sleeps
on the floor at the foot of our bed.

She has her hands over her head,
and her legs are in a dead man’s
dive as if she has just slipped
over the falls.

I want to save her,
to pick her up, but as my eyes
get accustomed to the dark
I see her comforter, her pillows,
her teddy bears. . . or maybe
it’s poetry that helps me get
a handle on things . . . and
I know that because she’s here
she’s already landed,
she’s already safe.

FG  10//14/2012

All rights reserved by the author Forrest Greenwood.

This is the week we evacuated Ayutthaya last year.  I think Thailand has been spared the flooding this year, but . . . .


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