rhine center bog is a bog lake formed within a kettle, the depression left by a melting block of buried glacial ice. tamaracks to the south, a mesic hardwood forest on the uplands, and dense, boggy ground all about.
my trip was punctuated by light submersion in the peat (with appropriate footwear) and by the leavings of animal and bird corpses—the latter a poignant reminder of the aspect of nature walks we don’t often like to think about. and caution: a few pictures of the remains (not too graphic) appear after the final three-liner.
(note again: still on the excursion with the flip-phone, so photos aren’t all that clear.)
the bog exhales with each step
under marsh wren’s tone-spray,
here where piling tussocks reign
yellow birch conspired with moss,
offered an island for human bones—
no names for birds all around
fungus and tooth
would make quick work
if i fell and didn’t get up