You're leaving
so you lead me thigh deep through muddy explanation.
Primal mud, black with debris.
Piles of detritus lay Mesozoic.
Sifting would
unearth
amber moments
but my thoughts are toads buried deep in sand.
So much to impart:
Trickles
of information
and seasoned advice
that willy willy away
while regret roots its tubers deep.
I need you. But your ambitions are your own.
You wander
where you will.
You will
while I can only wonder.
You spear adventure with fierce, heron-joy
while I
wave futile claws
sink sludgy
withdraw
deeper.
You're going - channelling a new course
while I remain
behind
billabonged.
