Ruwariw

Long ago they covered the marsh
A black mass of feathers
redheaded moorhens gone awry
they that can hold
the slender reeds that bend
to hide their shadow
sand their own swaying
they and the fading breeze
are one to spring out
Inviting the dark to dance
To sift through the branches
of the bush and grass
To remind me when I look back
That once they were there
Even when everything else is gone