It's not too deep
I can almost touch the tips of
The weeds growing underwater
If I stretch.

If I try to stand,
I slip.
So I try to float instead.

I try to get across
Quickly, since it smells.
It smells like something died.
Like many things died.

But as my head gets stuck
In a half submerged branch,
I see him standing on the shore.

The green man.