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).

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