Early morning
loading up buckets in the carport
moths bang against the lightbulb above
I cling to the sleeve of his jacket
the tremor from the engine makes me shake
as we slip out onto the bayou
Staying at his elbow
the mist makes this place look
like a fairy land
Hiding all the monsters
freaks, trolls, and goblins
that every good swamp provides
Very strong image, few words and a big story; sensitive and delicate, conveys much. A mystery I’d love to read.