Inside my mind a path was clear,
And shiny spaced
water rushes, gushes in
and drowns the thoughts
and freezes warmth and sloshes.
Clumsy great drops
And splodge their way.
Mindlessly squelching muddy wellybootprints
across the paths that I lay down stone by stone
and gouged in places pale and cold
Obliterating patterns and direction
With mindless welly purpose
That knows me not.
Greening, cleaning, antifreezing
Misbelieving that what was here before was.
The peas are tossed away and churned and frothed,
They feel no wrath,
They turtle- hurtle on,
Lurching back to what was before but expecting nothing
Round and round
Their voices drowned,
Their juice runs clear
WE WERE NEVER HERE
The welly squelches glibly glee,
And oozes mud all over me.