A sea of reeds and wet lake bed,
From shore to where the fishes fled;
Was this where man was formed from mud,
This thirsty plain and silty flood?
A copter gnaws the canopy,
Calls back from the serenity.
A sea of reeds and wet lake bed,
From shore to where the birds once fed;
You walked in mud; you wet your feet,
Where reeds and sky and water meet.
Was this where woman emerged from sea
And broke the silent serenity?
gf, September 3, 2014
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