Rain Wharf - Poem by Ho Minh Tam

by the rain
echo of fishing
The old ferryman across the village must be as old as a mountain.
white hair village moon every night
my mother is old
lost ferry call
long river port
i go

ILLUSTRATION: TUAN ANH

wharf
Seasonal light and dark
rocky outcrop rising and falling in the water
strange familiar moss covered strange familiar

sitting in the rain
remember the children's yard
remember the raindrops chasing each other under the papaya branches
sparsely populated village alley
my childhood is sad like star fruit flower
purple all life just to sour

Sitting in the rain
It's not always rainy in my hometown
Not every rain is smoke from the kitchen
It's not every time it rains that I hear my mother talking to the fields and gardens.
The world has changed color
silk of time heals wounds near and far

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