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