photo credit Caspiano Sunrise by Timmie McEachern

give me a pirogue
to where the sun is lazy
and oozes up from the swamp
at it’s own pace
where you can read the past
in the trees
standing in dark water
or stretched out waiting for turtles
to ease up for warmth
where the mist rising
is a quiet morning song
and the fish lurk deep
in the coolness
slapping the boat bottom
indignant at the interruption
of Louisiana dawn