Waterforest

Something has rustled this bog
Where the water leaves a clog
An ulcer shouts out in shades of mud
Mingled in sorts…a brown dust stretch
Rounding beyond the green swamp,
Greenery peeking in this turmoil
Helplessly gazing at the staid sky,
Haplessly awaiting towing
Or compression,
Kids mould some play here
Thinking this is the best play
They have made of the day
And yet like their memory
I cannot remember how it all looked before
Before the grader came;
I think there was an ant hill here
Or was it over there.
Tomorrow could bring yet another feature
More interesting, say like a whole new hill here
And we could start all over again
Trying to demolish it,
Trying to remember what it was that was here.

I think it was-
Reeking of fresh scenery,
The kind where the dust smells aromatic
Dancing in some dry wind.
Breeding these toads and algae and lilies
Beneath the green film over the water
It’s well I forgot what it looked like
I don’t think I want to remember this either
Pointing me to some memory unknown
That cloud couldn’t have drifted that fast
The heaps of soil looks jaded
That gulley is such an art piece
Tell me what tomorrow is like;

Each time I walk away
Not bothering to look back
Drumming my fingers on the side of my bag
Trying not to feel the pain
Trying not to look sad
I know she stands rooted
In the spot I left her
Dreaming about how I fare
Dream walking along my lazy strides
Knowing I rush away without my will
Driven by the conscience that distances me from her
Something inherent in my thoughtless panic
We both don’t forget the parting
And we stay that way long
Till we meet again

Each time I walk away
I think a lot about her
Standing, looking at the space I left blank
Lingering in the hope I will-
I can change my mind