Beside Me Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

The rocks are laid out in precise symmetry
So that the gushing air and the waves
Must lose their intensity
They must be stopped to pave
A way we are making for more economy


This moment from the past
Saw you not looking back
And you could smell the approaching tides
Or the receding wind from the arches of the bridge

The sea no more
The smell halted by the asphalt and the chips of rocks
Carved from earthy instruments
But you are only what you are
Beside me, this moment

I am doing this much little
Walking not just this day
But every one more or less
Seeing your eyes or your breath rising
Beside me, this moment