Marsh Corner

Marsh Corner

Where water pauses and the world exhales,

reeds whisper old truths to the waiting light.

Nothing here rushes— the air remembers

every wingbeat, every quiet crossing in sight.

At the corner of marsh and sky, time loosens its hold,

and stillness gathers what words have never told.

Wild strangers linger, not anchored by place,

but held in awareness, in a shared, hidden space.

Water keeps secrets it never must say,

holding the weight of what drifts away.

Reflection returns not what the eye claims as true,

but what memory carries, and gently renews.

Here, presence outweighs motion, listening deepens the air,

and the space between moments reveals meaning laid bare.

Nothing asks to be explained, nothing begs to be known—

only witnessed in silence as it learns how to speak on its own.

And in this quiet place, they chose to stand rather than fly

as time forgets its urgency, nature’s praises rise on high—

not in words, but in breath, without pause, without sound,

Here everything belongs till the moment it is found.