Mangrove Basin

It begins as sun scented heat drifts to an atrium enclosure of a Mangrove basin, between terrestrial and estuarine.

Muffled sun heats inside the dank, soupy green swamp. Lichen lined branches cross forms, slipping. Dimly lit glass bleeds through curved ceiling, breathing mangrove leaves. A gap between outside and inside, a parabolic place. We are not of the same blood. A subterranean root system of veins. A subtopia, ovoid depressions left in bark, recycling in its woven structure.