I see the beauty in a palm-
sized tomatoes growing afloat in Inle Lake
the one-legged fisherman
silhouetted just like his perilous
wooden boat against the slow setting
sun. I hear thin echoes
of beauty
hundred years
of ruins, temples, stupas standing
with pride, the culture of longyi, worn
with delight

I took the train that goes
on a loop
saw  buildings, the market, the houses,  plantations
a city  a country covered
by a dark cloud that has yet to
acknowledge a genocide
The darkness rise with cries

‘mingalaba’ a Burmese
lady with a white cream on her face which is made from ground bark called ‘thanaka’ comes to sit by the Dyamayanggi Temple
the scorching sun-filled flakes the paste
a basket full of snack, she offers
with a smile

The joy in chasing sunset in the land of thousand pagodas. A mystical climb a striking landscape. I breathe,
feel and wish to stay
longer. Soaked in the twilight of the moment. In a fleeting time of closing my eyes, I drown with the colours of the golden sky.