Wetlands

The sky opens up

I can finally inhale again

The trees are sparse and the atmosphere takes a breath

This marsh looks an awful lot like farmland.

No red structures, no cattle dotting the horizon

Lacking in white picket fence

Gold splash against green.

Irony.

The adventure and the scenery and the experience

The culture and the history and the lifestyle.

In this moment, my peace-

Loose resemblance of home, mine.