Raincense

Sinking through the fog
Bog of a swamp
In a diving helmet
Humidity 100%
So thick I sink
Like a fishhook
Flying droplets splash
Five feet off the ground
It’s warm and wet
Dank air on my breath
Traversing the mist
Like the blank spots
On a map
Hot wind runs moist
Like sweat they
Bead and run
Muggy mossy
Raincense
Plant shocked blacktop
Sickeningly sweet
Thunderstruck scent
Leaking from rough seas
In the sky
Like tumbling clouds
Swelling up
And
Falling down

Filed under: May Era (III)