4 Ponds and a Bog

4 Ponds

4 Ponds and a Bog

One day the hiker came to kneel
by the bog
bury her face in the muck
and inhale the mud from which she had been created
to feel the spirit of the stuff
from which she had been distilled.

She smelled the gathering fragrance
of congregating beings
a scent elemental and familiar
like the smell of family and tribe.

Are there dragons in the forest?
Or monsters in the ponds? She wonders.
But no.
Only bugs kissing the waters for a drink.

She feels the earth recognize her as its own child
as she dissolves into her true home
where bees hum the song of the universe
and dragonflies are angels.

And she asks that when she lies down
for the last time –
when she comes to the end of herself
like the dead frog lying in the road –
may it be on the peace of home
by 4 ponds and a bog.
by caf

©photo and poem by caf

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2 thoughts on “4 Ponds and a Bog

  1. debra burger January 20, 2016 / 6:37 am

    Hi Carole, Wow! You rock, Debra

    On Tue, Jan 19, 2016 at 12:17 PM, A Photo Poet wrote:

    > cfults posted: ” 4 Ponds and a Bog One day the hiker came to kneel by the > bog bury her face in the muck and inhale the mud from which she had been > created to feel the spirit of the stuff from which she had been distilled. > She smelled the gathering f” >

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