Estuary
Song-singing Marsh Grass,
thread roots tangling in bone mud
conjured muck to stand in,
burrow into,
swim and sail over.
Tides reach their womanly arms deep into the land,
making shallows into fathoms,
turning again to run out to sea,
carrying skeleton treasures and new bodies alike,
nourishment for all.
Estuary
Egrets silent dance,
leg lifted, dipping,
plucking invisible strings of the hunt,
spearing,
devouring.
Estuary
Oak Trees run up banks,
their limbs living and dying in light and dark,
just like the marsh they watch
for centuries,
millennia,
homes for all who will have them
as they feed and rot,
eaten and offering.
Estuary
King tides send everyone from their homes,
set adrift for the day
waiting for night
when mouths of fish will kiss the glowing surface lit by saintly moonlight.
Estuary
Feeding birthing feeding living feeding dying feeding nourishing.
Nourishing.
Estuary
