“See you tomorrow, Thailand”
Queen Mother Sirikit’s eyes Oversee The Siam Sea And evolution of Thailand’s history. Her face is framed in gold – Her story still told; An earthly echo Hummed on highways, Breathed in night bazaars, Carried by the cars Of Bangkok To Chang Rai. Her eyes glitter in the violet sky And wink goodbye As I fly Back to Shanghai, Just as she, Sirikit Kitiyakara, Nods farewell To spirits with stories to tell Who passed before the birth Of Ayutthaya. Leopards line Low lying tables Littered with Khao man gai, Pork pad Thai, Beef krapow, And stir-fried ‘morning glory’; A saucy Sunrise story. Summer’s hazy twilight, In Thailand, Descends Upon the Khlong Saen Saep canal On a balmy Tuesday evening In Bangkok. The only sounds are that of singing Cicadas, Chiming chopsticks etched into the empyrean, And the gentle clatter Of clothes hangers – Beckoning the closure of textile markets Until dawn When li...
