Return to Wetlands
by Tessa Yu, from St. Michael’s Collegiate
Fresh, salt air penetrates my skin,
filling my lungs with clear crispness.
Here, where my childhood was built;
upon rocks caked with moss,
amongst deep brown sludge
seeping between my toes,
in the cool, fresh water
where I’d wash each day away
like it was nothing more than a speck of dirt.
off the clear blue water
gleaming in the afternoon sun,
rippling gently in the breeze.
Rocks coated in rich, velvety moss
where I, a young child once, stood
ruling as far as the eye could see
now sit, dreary and bare
a fragile reminder of those fearless days.
I am not the ruler of the land anymore,
days resulting in more stains
than a simple swim could wash away,
in this moment,
I know a part of that young child lives on,
here amongst the wetlands.