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…