Article: Wetlands nocturne.(Poem)

 
Wetlands nocturne 
(Rhodoms Point, Big Colington Island) 
 
   You gave me time. And giving 
   that, like a master, a miser, gave away nothing. 
   You knew this all along. For 
   though you move in cycles and seasons, 
   you dwell beyond, outside of time and measure, beyond 
   the scope of words and reasons. 
   This is what you give, then: a center, a way 
   of being, that though it moves, lies beyond movement 
   the way the springs of a well rise 
   far below the moving waters of their ...