Get your back scratched Annie
It’s been a long long time
Quails peck at the floor
Content with every little grub
We stare into the abyss
Try to remember your last favour
These woods swallow you whole
Blocking all visibility
Taken from you, hidden from others
Paths frozen for ease
Winds paused for breath

mudden 2018

Washing the muck of an old beater
The soil comes off and dissolves in the water
The water forever flooding
Drowning in the swamp
We pass through the mud and into the reflection
Where the sky is clear but dark and desaturated
Trees ripple as an indirect result of the breeze
Illusion becomes reality
Sweet pond water
Dirt cleanses the pores