Everglade Poem by Sarah Sisson

A trail that parted in an everglade
came to me; my dreaming....

It split to highs and lows
of my spacious mind...

...bringing tears to my joy
and only after laughter....

....sought pain in a tremble,
cupping sloth and caressing mania.

Coming up on the choice
I felt the high of the pain.

I confused my power
to relinquish joy.

I have a notion
for a proper choice.

The art is in the pain
and the joy is in the finale.