Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Out in the Distance I See

In the mists of the world
birthed through the canal of wood-spirits
held down and bathed in creeks of sphagnum

The depths and the high places are my home

Let me swim or fly
leave me be

on the flat earth where the sun beats from between the clouds
you might find me

but watch:
I'll disappear in green
and come again in blue
soft in flight and diving.

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