Guest in My Swamp

Reading Brian Doyle and it’s like
He took a vacation in my head, with a canoe or
Kayak, paddling around the marsh collecting lily
Pads and skunk cabbages, so prevalent in the dark spots,
And weaving them into a poem that speaks
Exactly to me and finds, dead on, the absolute place
That renders me awed and agape at the perfection of it,
The ultimate gift, you know?

(Swamp: medium.com)

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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2 Responses to Guest in My Swamp

  1. Greg Kentera says:

    There is but one reality…however some of us see “Differently” and we are better for it.

  2. Debra says:

    Brian inspired, but you already had the eyes to see. Awesome.

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