Tropical monsoon winds run through the leaves,
and sunlight drops into the Chao Phraya River
and the coconut palms
breaking into small, golden ripples on banana leaves.
Sea-sound seems sealed inside a milky sweetness,
leaving a beach-like curve on the tongue.
Moonlight feels aged in a coconut shell,
turning into one clear, cool moment
like an unopened blue postcardÂ
from a slow afternoon.
Time grows weightless here,
settling quietly at the bottom of the cup.
No need to call it a journey
just say the wind suddenly looks like waves.