No Regrets

Maybe one day, A page will be found, A song will be heard, A stroke will be drawn Filled with explanations. Maybe one day, The nuckawi and silapin, beautiful as a field of khao mai Will be vindicated. A family will start. A child will learn the names of a stranger who believed in them Before they even met. Maybe one day, A heart will remember a brother, a sister, a crime, a moment of love, A chronicle of a city, a haiku from Japan. A teacher. A friend on the other side of your eye. Until then, what is certain? Night arrives, then day. The moon, the sun, the rain and waves. A few other things, maybe something someone will write down. Maybe not.