See the mist rising from the flat earth in hazy layers
With cattails parading plumes erect as stalwart players.
The wet and steaming pools of teeming water peeking through
A veil of fog that hugs the road’s dim edge and clouds the view
Drown me in my thoughts arising from a sea of want and waste
Arousing fears I can’t forsake with time nor leave in haste.
Thoughts like forgotten goals do need a place to heal and thrive
Within some habitat that speeds their quest, keeps hope alive
And mocks not this inconvenient meadow of use no more
That sheltered many idle tears and fed the earth’s dry floor.
Fleeing from the wake of life where the forceful currents ran
Far from the ocean’s depth, understanding when it began
That not all creatures could survive the tidal lap and lash,
Some need the gentle marsh wherein survives that smouldered ash