Seeps, creeps, whispers, across a wide green land,
spread of countless fingers,
murmurs in the dark.
Searching, finding, filling
low-lying spaces

fit for fish.
Sliding, pushing, pulling,
searching
for the sea.

Unstoppable, un-crossable – evening blanket wide as dusk.
Rippling into holes and ditches,
stealing quick and quiet,
creeping still as night.
Swelling pools,
swamping gaps,
rustling through the standing crops,
sweeping over delta lands,
bobbing ducks,
lifting boats,
searching for the sea.

Dhaka 2014