There’s power but now there’s no water

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A poem in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Thái Bình

Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm


There’s power but now there’s no water
.
ON THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER AT HIGH NOON THE POWER WAS CUT
The tiny town bubbling away on a stove
The power cut!
Appliances dripping water like the yellow pee of a gecko..

Happiness is reachable beyond the next century
Possibly or probably not at all?
Dreams folded in a cloudless sky, to Buddha
Prayers and offerings, waiting forever for the first rain

There’s still a small round plastic container of water
Just enough to wet your feet
Splash
Laugh and scream
Dream as much as you want son
Imagination of childhood is the only invaluable asset
Void of battering
So what if
The power is cut
The water is cut
And the prayers fall in profound silence.

June 2022

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