Dark pools of the fen
stretch away amongst the bronze
reed
grass
and sedge fall
silver birch an anchor
to the sky
the water moves
after the deluge
life is slow
and quiet
for those who intimately know
and silently navigate
gently dipping a paddle
to glide
and slowly lift the woven willow trap
a silvery roiling tangled nest of eels
poured out
to slide in the ebonized and fired
dug out
for home they slowly stroke
my image nation
crystal and clear
stilted thatched home
hidden amongst the reeds like the many here
a peaceful
blissful life
always existing
in the causal now
a place to go
when I close my eyes
return and know
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