In a sea of lakes,

Of which there are many….

Ankle-deep, reflective, 

The potent odor of marshes,

Interminable ribbits emanating.

It takes all of five minutes to circumnavigate.

Be an ocean.

Wholesome, salty profoundness.

Ever deeper, ever darker, 

Not even light knows what’s at the very core.

But because of the stinging salty air

Most people don’t venture out too far.