WRITINGS FROM THE SCHOOL OF ENGLISH
Marsh Meditation MERIWETHER JOYNER | VERMONT The scene stands still nary a breath of wind to disturb the gentle marsh. An absent moon has paused a moment between push and pull of the evening’s flood tide. A soft blue sky fades, reflected back in the expanse of silver river below. And the worn dock among the reeds is framed by a silhouette of oaks. Everything stands still— Except you, white heron a cutout from the painting a gap from stroke of brush. My eye tracks as youfly to each new perch eyes scavenging the mud for movement, racing the light for one last minute last second last catch last success.
SUMMER 2022 | 35
