i. ii. iii.

i. ii. iii.

A Poem by Amrit Evan Gupta

incomplete but then


i. ii. iii.


i. compact prelude


as a child i loved

to look at very small things

and see something more


ii. by the surface of the water


by the surface of the water i let my eyes come out of focus

green light filtering through the water

of the miniature bay

the tiny waves twist and furl

and lap at the shore

breaking against the pebbles

(boulders, under which immense shadows hide)

the thin layer of silt is a mire

and i --

large, ungainly --

cannot even hear myself breathe

as i dip my hand into the snowmelt water




sub -- zero/human/terranean/merged

i disappear into the current

the shower hammers my spine,




© 2017 Amrit Evan Gupta

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Added on January 23, 2017
Last Updated on January 23, 2017
Tags: poem, river, water, snow, winter, depression, sadness, incomplete, love, growing up, childhood, emptiness