Idylwood Park

 

Embedded in the pavement

Little lights blink and mark,

Cars stop where people cross

And you step into Idylwood park

 

Tall pines stand guard,

A narrow sandy pathway

Winds down to the vast lake,

Where the evening holds sway

 

Water stands tranquil and still,

Reflects Green and orange, dried

Specks of little houses

Nestled on the far side

 

The sky stares at the distant sun

With a hint of mist and longing,

Even though they both know their

Next meeting is not far in coming

 

Fish dart and jump and squirt

Ducks squirm and dip and quack

At home in the big free lake

Both seem merry and feel no lack

 

The wind is light and lazy and loose

The earth is soft and gently kept

The park is indeed idyllic and pristine

It's nature in meditation! Except ..

 

A yellow blot on water, no, a large

Motorboat speeds down from north

Shatters the mirror of stillness,

Shards of white spew forth

 

The boat roars, heaves up down

Men aboard flail and scream

The oath of collective silence

Now seems like a broken dream

 

A happy little fish down yonder

Not knowing better than to feast

Tangles into the bait of the hook

Of an idle standing hobbyist

 

Ducks in the little waves

Scramble n screech, fight like bums

As a naked boy shrieks, sniggers

And drops stale bread crumbs

 

Nature tries but man turns the screw

That's our little Idylwood park for you!

 

 

Abhay B. Joshi

October 2014