Why am I so changeable?

Why am I so changeable?
I change my face
I change my place
I change the state of my fate.

Why such a mundane insignificant query?
Ask me why the water is green
The Sun so mean
Time taking away my sheen.

Ask me why the sky is blue
Why won't you
Why won't you stay true?

Why, why, why you ask.

Think.

Maybe I don't want to be found
I prefer darkness black and sound.
Inward bound.

July 12, 2020


Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.

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