Hello friends! Today's words are gifted to us by Quad Citian Salvatore E. Marici. Sal's poetry has appeared in Circle Magazine, Off Channel, Slow Trains, Descant and Sweet Lemons 2: International Writings with a Sicilian Accent (Legas, 2010), Toasted Cheese, Descant and others. He has a chapbook Mortals, Nature and their Spirits (Ice Cube Press). His second collection, which will be a full book from Ice Cube Press, is forthcoming in 2014.
Sal has this to say about this poem's medicine:
When you enter a Labyrinth you take knowledge, when you leave you have wisdom. This is medicine. When words show music, taste, smell, touch and sight that is also medicine, regardless where the collection of words takes me.
Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary
Swamp deities carved cameos
out of the brown and green landscape.
Strangler Figs’ tendrils
drape trunks. Cypress knees shelter
small fish. Snowy Egrets wait to snap.
Baby alligators bask on floating lettuce.
Vapor bathes in stillness, a sweat lodge
without a dome.
Perspiration flushes my ego and drips
into overlapping circles
of birth-to-birth as I pray these
primeval gods and goddesses stay while
I walk this boardwalk
with labyrinth like turns.
Thank you Sal! Incidentally, you can find a walkable labyrinth at the Prairiewoods Spiritual Center in Hiawatha Iowa. Click on the link above to take a gander at their lovelies. Walk that circle, and find your center. Just like Sal.
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