En route to Pattaya

Where the lotus flower grows,

Taxis are pink, not yellow.

Golden Buddhas are tucked 

Into the green mountains.

The roads are smoother,

And all drive on

The left side of the road.

A change in orientation.

More cars on the road,

A change in circumstance.

Where the lotus flower grows,
I find myself in a place
That feels a bit strange.
A change in flow.