Works from: swamps and other (not so foreign) lands….
Swamps are my latest passion.
Look through the bayou
to see tendrils
Hanging down
gnarly plants reaching up
knotted Fingers grappling with your shoe lace
Schlepping to find
your foot is no longer attached to your shoe
which is Sloww-ily disappearing into the muck
Swamps have purpose and nothing stops or stomps
The process
Bile regurgitated into new clean water
Eventually
Waves of heat
Water in the air creating golden mirages
Ghosts of what once was
Plants breathing it in
Moving with deliberation
an agenda only the swamp knows
Lauren McKinley Renzetti
March 21, 2011
