I went wandering again last night
through the submerged trees
caught in a summer flood
half delighting in their watery feet
and though the forest was submerged
by some trick of the dream
my path was clear and bright
a winding sunny way through
wild flowers and buzzing bees
the occasional dragon fly
zooming through emphatically
like a winged exclamation mark
delighting in its own beauty and speed
and as I walked, I wondered
where my path was leading
the dream was not clear
at this point — colours fused into green and blue
my walking became floating
my hands became leaves
and my feet moved like branches
caught underwater
flowing in a weedy elegance
all emotion channeled into being
nothing more than a tree
in the flooded forest
filled with the dream of light in water
fulfilled by being –
no purpose, no hesitation
just gratitude and
leaves in prayer
reaching upward
touching the sun
by Seamus Brady
Seamus Brady lives and works in Dublin Ireland. Publications include Dark Mountain Journal and in an upcoming edition of the Trumpeter Magazine (Deep Ecology).
