Timeless Marsh
Our home - a sanctum
where mulch and moisture
mesh in webs of lignin.
A fossil washed behind,
imprisoned in mud and moss.

Our marsh -
Where the wild things are.
Venom lurks for a chance to strike,
in the undergrowth
where the Elusive resides.
An amalgamation of nature:
an intoxicating mixture or,
a savory cocktail.

Our haven, though a place
where we pray that
time may for once
sink and preserve us.