This part of the river is calm. It bends; rippling downstream with a gentle babble. I imagine the people who call and called this place home. Seminole; Tocobaga; Miccosukee; Calusa. I see their faces, Though darker than mine, are warm and radiant. Leaves rustle and unseen birds sing. A plane stomps its footprint into the air, It disturbs the peace. A man comes by; we make conversation. How gentle and how human we are. How simple life could’ve been, If people saw each other like how a duck sees a wren.
Seamus Ruth (he/they) is a trans male autistic with a special interest in writing. He enjoys blending his writing with his activism, creating poetry for change and social justice. For him writing is their way of letting his voice be heard. He hopes to inspire others to find their voice.