I grow in the marsh today
watching white water birds,
listening to the water gurgle.
I am alone,
enclosed by brambles and herbs.
The sun is perfect.
I take off my shirt and let the breeze take
my sweat and fear
of bearing my breasts in public.
More human, I eat flowers and grass
and am pleased by their sweetness.
I am not whole yet,
perhaps I’ll never be;
but I grew in the marsh today:
content among the catkins.
~Anna Chlewicki Lightfoot~
