A Far Walk
For a river to go underwater
For the day to grow longer
I pretend a daylight
For a stream to meander
For the cycle to repeat
I stare a harsh blur
On a lonely stretch of road
I watch a grey mantle
Of sky, lean down
Dismantle it’s hoary
Mass silent on foliage
Scratching first spring
Spitting crocus clawing
Barren paths, I hear
Green shoots scrape
A country laid bare
Out of a distant
Shadow a lone woman
Emerges, she is picking
Pausing, choosing—
Seaweed, clams, shells,
The detritus of ages
The enclave of renewal
A serpentine dirt thread
For walkers--Furthered.
Author: Rekha Valliappan
Photo: Bianca Castillo on Unsplash
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