April begins as a joke in a house of children:
A surprise, a word, a laugh if we‟re lucky.
There are still bills and taxes and poems ahead, at least in America.
With a sabaidee we say hello to a new year,
La kawn to yesterday and the many mornings before.
The flowers begin to bloom, the rain and wind are welcome.
There are so many places to go these days,
But only one body and never enough money
To journey to every city where a Lao song, a wise word,
A festival of dreamers wants to greet you with a smile,
Between friends and strangers who might become family
Or a nation ready to create a better tomorrow
With the same ease as a wonderful today.
-From Tanon Sai Jai, 2009