BIG MUD

Hey, little marsh, reed, cattail and water lily.

flies flies the gray crow.

among swampy plants, a tufted diver.

a small white heron hunts a frog, swallows the frog.

high in the tree the bird nests sway gently.

here, there, there’s no one in the rotted boat.

no one rides the school of fish.

only gentlemen cormorants, only hungry white spoonbill.

let’s praise everything we see.

let’s set out for the open waters.

let’s turn and lie on our backs forever.