Undone

I want riddles to be over

I want mountains to disappear

Empty the oceans until the rain

Comes back again. I will observe

Closely as the drops fall and form into

Pools and streams, growing deeper, yet

Not quite obscure. I will observe so

I remember its uncloaked contours when dry,

how it formed, each stage of permutation.

I will know how it came to be, no longer

just a flat gray expanse that hides itself.