Water

I remember
standing by a waterfall
and watching water
fall
from a height,
aim for me... miss,
hit the ground,
bounce,
and fail to escape from
the seething cauldron
at the bottom.

A cold, deep pool
amidst the rocks
and a little mumbling stream
twisting hurriedly away.

I remember the sea
in peaceful slumber,
breathing slowly in my ear
as i stood beside it.

I look at the green plastic bucket
full of water
in front of me
and enjoy my bath immensely.

Abhijit Menon-Sen <ams@toroid.org>
1998-10