Reflections in a Summer Marsh
— Mark N. Jones
Twisted departure
lost among the flowers
crippled swans
in the serpentine
summer marsh
the weary drone
of dragonflies in
the pregnant haze
fragments of daydream
scattered pigments of
strangled islands
self-imposed exile
the forgotten embrace
through the alchemy of voyage
indigo ripples form
the great mandala that
sparkles in reflection
waves oscillate in circles
spin out into the weeds….
the heat, the pulse, the drone,
the silence of hallucinations
of time and the tide