The mud – Cary Briel

Posted on Jan 15, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Vainly try, tall, soft grasses,
to emulate what passes
you by.
Bare leg and thigh.
You and I glide,
dizzy and dew streaked,
past oak and elm,
each overwhelmed.
Past otter and eagle,
sparrow, the stray beagle.
And we drop in the mud,
you and I, it dulling our touch.
But I’d become it with you again.
scrawl, sin’s dirty pen.