Call Of The Wild

she tried so hard
to muffle the sounds

drowning it out
for years with appointments
and busyness

a busyness that only
the middle class can
conjure up with its self importance

frantic frantic frantic
until she saw the red coral
on the sand bed
on a lovely summers day

it was quiet under the water
and she remembered
a flood of happiness
far away and too long ago

she remembered and realised
how far she had been swept out
from herself and how she
barely noticed the sea urchins anymore

pleasing pleasing pleasing
everyone
living up to expectations
the scales thickened over her eyes

she had to go back
smell the incense and cloves
once again listen
to the wail of the monsoon
the tinkling of the ceremony
and see


see how much it had been ruined
destroyed by the advance of
the coca cola monster

it had been  ruined alright
as everyone said
but she loved it as much
as she had all those years ago

she could still see
see glimmers
of its former wonder
that had escaped the onslaught

it fitted her like a kid glove
so comfortable so familiar
her soul had been trapped
in the penjors flowing in the breeze
waiting for her return