Canoeing the Swamps of Louisiana

Swamp in morning mist. Image from Pixabay.

Swamp in morning mist.


Along the edge of my consciousness, there is an eddy line.

Whenever I cross this mark,

The current hits the bow, turning me downstream.

Water spills off the paddle in steady trickles as the canoe shoots forward.

I am a quiet cut on the surface,

Moving through a fog interrupted by moss trailing over cypress that pass by

And are gone.


For Mickey Landry, who taught Outdoor Ed when I was in high school.


Writing, copyright 1987 and 2016, Ann Cavitt Fisher, all rights reserved. The first version of this poem was typed on the 1967 electric Smith Corona . . . that my Mom typed my Dad’s thesis on when I was two :-). It was the typewriter I had in college . . . and oh, god, does it make me appreciate my Mac.

Swamp image is from Pixabay.

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4 Comments on Canoeing the Swamps of Louisiana

  1. Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often and commented:
    Introducing Ann Cavitt Fisher!!

  2. Ann, my family stories include several “Landrys.” A large clan? I think he would have been proud of you for this. I liked it…

  3. Thank you — and what time is it there? Nocturnal?

  4. beautiful words to go with this wonderful image.I feel the movement through the water. I’d love to see this.

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