Sunday, February 26, 2006

Florida

This evening walk around Lettuce Lake
begins on the planks of good intentions.
Palm fronds droop, like fingers over railing, over land
sliding below wetland, and weeds
yielding along an indeterminable wave to duckweed,
a false green carpet to the door of the lake.
Bald cypresses, wearing beards of moss, sit
surprised in water, their greyish knees
breathing above the rootless bladderworts.
Here, the wading bird is king, the Great Egret
picking its way between land and lake,
spearing the temporary frog to an unexpected hump of ground.
Here, the roseate spoonbill swirls the mud.
Even the osprey, who nests in feather-tips of trees,
must bury itself in the lake, wings held up
like an archaic angel landing on a gravestone,
before rising with silver in its beak.

And here, reads the sign in stainless steel raised by park authorities,
is Alzheimer’s Walk
that travels two feet above the bog, two feet
from the leafy stink, but does not sink.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey, Jee. This is Chad Parmenter; we met briefly at West Chester, and my ex met you at Kundiman. I saw you on Ron Silliman's blog, and thought, "Hey!" So I'm saying it in person, so to speak. Hope you're doing great these days. Gorgeous description of the cypress. Send me an e-mail if you're in the mood. chad.parmenter@gmail.com

Jee Leong Koh said...

Hi Chad,
thanks for stopping by. Will get in touch.

Jee Leong