-For the fenland
Saltwater cabin deep in the marsh
the smell of earth and sulfur lingering
tire tracks rip patterns in the soft grass
mud like clay seeps between your fingers.
Here we love, here we drink —
under kerosene and paper light
we enjoy the transient simplicity
of bread and wine, you and I.
A black and white movie reminds us:
our aimless wandering towards the sea
is a serendipitous glimpse of destiny.