As the water table rises you seep upward
a chilly ghost levitating
fluid limbs spread as the sun heats your body
water pools in finger lakes.
Etching ripples in their wake
water-striders wander the four directions of your surface
grass-kelp undulates, diving beetles plumb
in the hollows of your headwaters.
Lotus roots take hold and deepen
you rise slowly on north-facing feet
white petals burst through your visage
and a broad smile cracks your mud-encrusted face.
Ghost of earth future, risen.