The Weather Station - Marsh

The year was unrelenting
We argued all the time
I obliterate your positions
And you know just how to obliterate mine

Online, we talk
Or say we talk, mute and block
I should turn this thing off
I know I should give it up

So I took a walk down the road
And at the bottom of the hill
A little river overflowed
And a swamp in the eddy had filled the ditch
With bulrushes and reeds
Black water puckered with bodies
Water striders, mosquitoes pierce my jeans

Try to really see the beauty
The blue and green
Light green, and yellow green
And blue green, and grey green
And red green, muddy green

But all I can see today is black
Like the new Moon sky
Like when you close your eyes
Those stars don't guide you anywhere
But there is no other there
No any other anywhere, but here
Now it falls, the first tear

And when they hold the election
This argument may end
But everything depends on it still
If we don't argue, they will
I can't even watch the starlings fly
When I know I can't count

Even on this
Tangle of grasses
The chance is this
Everything balanced on a kiss
Penetration of peel and pith
A body puckers the surface to take a breath