KAREN R. SPRINGER
I sit on my dock where the silence of the marsh
Is only breached by the harsh strident screech of gulls;
While my soul is lulled by the bawdy brackish water that lingers
To invade each candid crevice of my wading fingers;
So reluctant to dismiss its languid liquid kiss
That lays me and sways me
Cosmic deep as post orgasmic sleep.
No more to life than this:
My marsh and me.
And the muskrat’s wake as it paddles through the reeds
To its hogan hutch making Lilliputian waves
Where the egret feeds on minnows in the weeds
The salty rippling rug as they hover.
While the potent pungent breeze
Brings me to my knees
With primordial perfume,
Musky as the womb/ humid on my skin
Insinuating/inseminating deep within
My secret places
Leaving me flush-faced as a lover.
Dead crab belly up
Fretful quacking of a mother duck
With her downy brown babies
Snapping turtle, heron black
Red hot sun upon my back;
Ebb and flow of life and tide
From Diaz Creek to ocean wide
Stones and snails, oak and pine
Mud and mussels, muck and mind;
Then calls the world for it is time.
The ecstasy is over.
You are my marsh.
Oh beautiful liaison,
We will tryst again.
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