Testament

Enthroned,

you observe the

mighty Mekong,

your mother.

You thought, as you drew life from her

that you would live, as she does,

forever.

I feel your loss, but will

never know the stories

imprinted in your grain.

But time is the Mekong’s current,

relentless.

And now your decaying limbs reach out,

testament to a life observed.