Out in the Distance I See

In the mists of the world;
conceived and
birthed through the canal of wood-spirits;
held down and bathed in creeks of sphagnum
waters,

The depths and the high places are my home.

Let me swim or fly
or
leave me be.

On the flat earth

where the sun beats from between the clouds
you might find me.

But, watch:
I’ll disappear in green
and come again in blue
soft in flight, diving.

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