Everglade Days

The mangrove holds the ocean back,
but takes the sea into its nostrils.

Roots reflected in the water,
a spiny möbius
sipping the tea colored sea.

The night sky bends down under my kayak,
a man in a mosquito tent buffaloes all night next to me.

The prince of storms
is tuning up to the south

like a chorus in Aida
or Sikorsky helicopters shuffling cards.

Tomorrow my pea pod vessel
must bear the weight of my fears.

2 responses to “Everglade Days

  1. Fantastic–the scene you paint reminds me of a Peter Mathiessen novel. Great job.

  2. That’s high praise as I am a huge fan of his. Thanks. And thanks for reading.

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