Am-Tapping >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

I hear waves roaring
even in darkest night
I smell sweet for me
seaweeds crash on rocks
birds waiting for food
laughter louder; cheers
when tiny shrimps appear
they pick in such accuracy
better than chopstick finger

sound comes like music
to my slowly fading ears
ebbs pull my dreams fiber
take to unknown depths
shiny fish lips about to
bite a bait could be last
risk under mysterious sea
so as we over sandy ground
we all survive maybe now