"The Swamb"
The air stands still, laden with old light.
The water no longer moves — it listens.
It keeps what the world let sink — the weight of things that never surfaced.
You can almost hear the echo of what tried to leave.
Then something shifts beneath the stillness — a slow stirring, almost unseen, opening the silence.
Darkness gives way to movement, the shadows lift.
And from the deep, a river starts to form, carrying flowers on its wake.
As the water opens wide, new life climbs toward the light.
A promise that even here, something might begin again.