Wade Blackwater Marsh
Follow the tidal tug
out through the tall grasses.
Part the flexing swords
as you snake between
their rasp and mutter, sink
your feet in cold sediment
suck and ooze. Move slow
past the ripple shadows
into the sheen of open water
pocked with black ducks.
Stand and breathe mudflat musk
as lunar currents stroke your legs.
Dissolve. Blend your blood
with marsh lymph, feel
your flesh go particulate,
name yourself in a new language
of silt and salt, channel and flow.
