I jump from tuft

To tuft

Across a bog

That would suck me down

Suffocate me

So I stay alive

Keeping on my toes

Watching out for resting places

But lately

As I look into the deep bog pools

There I am too

Buried in the slime

Sending up messages

In gas bubbles

For watchful strangers

Myself

And I wonder

If the bog will give me up

To emerge, this monster

That looks and feels familiar

And recognise my own reflection That somehow got away from me

Beloved. No, not yet

But a thaw is setting in