The frog has stopped calling
In the early light, but I
Still feel the sound waves
Surging towards my mind’s shore
Though different from the frogs
My mother used to listen to when
I must have heard deep
Inside her teenager womb
As she walked at dusk from her first job
In town back to her native village
Their calls separate us into two worlds
And my nostalgia is her nostalgia
Echoing from generation to another
As loud as the song of the heart
From the long lost rice fields
Yuan Changming edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include Pushcart nominations, poetry awards as well as publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), & BestNewPoemsOnline, among others.