Overcome
By the urge to march along marshes
Flat foot creatures float on muddy shores
Muck that swallows shins with ease
This world was not meant for me

The succulent
Stand supplicant
Below the sun
That leaves my lips scorched
As the scaled ones
Count desert rocks like rosaries
This world was not meant for me

Even the core bleeds
From the pressure
Under the fathoms
Of salt and heavy blue
Stars form on the bellows here
Free from seeking shallow views
The day-less depths are home
To those who go beyond the need to see
This world was not meant for me

Pulp and pith compete for peaks
Understory plots beneath,
Two tracks of a past scrap
Where the famished left fat
From a tableless feast
My sinew charts another course
Tread by lesser beasts
This world was not meant for me

A black stratus sits still
Shimmers like an oil slick
Suspense sends upward scowls
Away from concrete sealed
With an indifferent peace of knowing
Debris will be rush delivered to creek & sea
This world was not meant for me

But I for it
As the sea does not degrade the rain
I’ll seek for equanimity
As the night does not dilute the day
I’ll make way for all new ways to be
This world was not meant for me

Lee Marfyak is a poet from Madison, Wisconsin. So far his poems have been reserved for self-expression among friends and family.