A Transcendentalist In The Everglades

Forgetting symbolism and foregoing:
Spanish Moss some secret
Is kept and whispered thru' the
Ancient trees
Men lie still in their hearts draping
Over themselves the promise of
Sky and they mistake comets
For stars.

Among the cypress and moss
And ghosts, who is to say
That they may remember?
The men in birds and
Otters and fish the men who
Take marsh-rain
Only to attest their mourning:
If lying it was fixed,
Then by now the swamp is
Breeding new the
Men with moon-gold faces,
Blue-swan eyes and the
Sun for a ghost…

Who is to say that
They may not