Tuesday, July 6, 2010

To welcome hurricane season

Someday the marshes will return
bright emerald green, floating land, white herons

Someday, the trees of the upland:
red oak, shortleaf pine, magnolia

Someday the rain-bearing winds will come roaring, soaking the land that is already wet.  The reeds and palmettos will tremble, lie down, and come back again.

Someday the world of water:  the swamp, full of strange noises and hot shade.

The dry land floods; the wet lands only get wetter.
That may sound like a joke, but it's not.
The world of water is not our world.

Someday all the work of the bulldozers will have been for nothing.

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