Dyed

Dyed

Submerged,

my vision changes, 

the light refracts, 

and dreams compress.

The scaled prey

are leaner 

than they appeared

from the eroding bank.

My rubber hooves 

sink deep 

into the compost 

diffusing into the clear.

Through the tea 

I see a bitter horizon 

in the ice rubble

and the soaking leaves.

-Robert L. Jackson III