Hear the buzzing flies
Feel the solar heat
squint from the harsh brightness of its gaze
Smell the rich, wet, fertile mud
Hear it squishing beneath the soles of boots
Feel the suction as each foot lifts
for another step
Resistant impedance to speed
See dragonflies inspecting this
Intrepid explorer
Frogs leaping sideways
as he prepares to pass
See swaying reeds
cattails & sawgrass
An egret taking flight
Yes, there is worry here
but here also is beauty.
The sometimes breeze ripples
across the tops
of the standing stalks
who sway in response—
dance in time with the music’s pulse
in a laconic trance
from a firmly rooted stance—
See his wonder dawn:
He envies their home
in this place as he,
a supposed mere traveler,
wanders through
He has had to enter
despite his terror
resisting his fear
to behold these glories
Wondering if
what he thinks is true
is what he now knows:
Must he leave them?
ha…
Can he leave them
when this marsh beholds him?
5.17.17 ©Steven B. Eulberg
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