Growing Up in Hanoi

Swimming in rivers of traffic Invisibly floating the road past accidents with my bicycle I can see how smiles explode, I’m dreaming my story together and getting a bit confused, but suddenly nuns in the temple Are giving me gifts of food Ancestors’ clouds for breakfast Dragon smoke for lunch When you open to love it’s crazy How happiness comes in a bunch. So, ride the tiger with music Let her dancing ring in your heart Learn how in one small silence You can cease to feel apart. —Daniel Potter