In the twenty years I have lived in this area, virtually all wasteland, natural land, has been built on.

When I was a child of five, my family moved to a new house ,built on what was once a forest.

Last night I had a dream. No not that one.

I dreamt I was in a London street, a fog and nothing natural or green.

I do not believe in the supernatural.

It was not a nightmare, a young child's memory.

Woke to the sounds of birds singing and builders banging.

Cigarette on the balcony, a monitor lizard dashed away into the undergrowth.

Went for lunch as usual  at Oi's little place.

I liked to sit there and just watch the birds, the rushes moving in the breeze, her picking herbs from the plot. Others harvesting banana leaves for making the rice coconut sweet.

It was gone, the wasteland bulldozed in a morning.

My wasteland will be next.

Non permanence.