After first sight you look into the place
where details emerge like bubbles
the eye takes and reads in its own way:
there it is a long ride of rail
a trail of pulsing wind-warped poles
and a staked fence saying what fences say
now it is a place of meeting, retreating
of taking the message of nature and man
it is not an emptiness, but a loud place
for reading, for noting this and that
not forgetting the marsh mood
heightened by heavy and brooding skies.