The environments we encounter in our lives can make up the
background of our memories and our experiences and a poem like Everglades
embodies that idea.
Everglades
The trees cast their shadows
over me
and beneath their massive bulk
scurry
mice and vole and in their
passage I’m
reminded I’m alone, on a lonely
pilgrimage
to the single elm hidden in the
centre
scarred with a heart and our
names and
a history not of its own, a
past as full as the
waters of the Everglades, the
current stirring
with the passage of a gator, in
my mind that
scaly prince stalks the quiet
world of my solitude,
creeps across the disarray of
feelings that reflect my memories
and when he clamps down on my
throat it will
be more than heartache that
eats me whole.
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