Waiting for Legs


Lungs filled with fluid

chain her to the swamp,

drown her dreams

with their primordial


pull. But she lifts

her eyes from the

sludge, above the

bottom-feeding frenzy


to the world of

terra firma, of

grass and soil

and ambulatory


thrivers. Hers

is a hope that

floats to the surface,

waiting for legs.


Even tadpoles can dream…

9 comments on “Waiting for Legs

  1. Caddo-Jael says:

    WOW I LIKE this one, and I’m surprised–tadpoles and swamps don’t usually do it for me!

  2. Gallivanta says:

    Waiting for legs; don’t we all do that on some days!

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