There is a path that leads to the heart of the swamp That navigates the land like a vein Start out from the Oasis Visitor Center and head south Toward the Ocean like a single drop of rain Fallen from the ancient summer storms Along the way you will become much more than yourself You will become part of the swamp and part of the cypress The air plants will hang on your flesh and the spider webs Will break on your sweaty face and crawl in your hair Take your time and become patient because things will gradually start to show Like a dead crawfish dry as a bone Or an apple snail shell floating on cracked mud Here there is both life and death And now you are beginning to believe in neither But be patient because things will start to show Like the red tongues of the air plant Reaching out to lick your swampy skin Or the pale ghosts of the Spanish moss Hanging like questions from your arms Out here you will feel miles from anyone And the best part is you are miles from anyone Out here you will start to understand yourself Your complexity just like the habitats scattered Mixed in pieces like an ancient puzzle One minute cypress another minute saw grass One minute sunshine radiating another minute shade.
But continue navigating this vein and you will reach the heart Its beauty beating loudly now the green trees are pulsating Around your blue lungs you breathe in the air and feel refreshed
The living green ferns are reaching out to grab you Hoping to take you away forever in the swamp The living green ferns are reaching out to take you away now And if you feel like you are ready, let them.