A Year in the Life of the Drowned Wastewater Plant East of Bellmarsh Village
In spring we swell full with waters from upstream, brought down from broken mountains under the power of the nearer sun. Our pale ice-blanket weakens, then cracks, then splits into floes, then reintegrates into watery darkness. Warmed, we wake from sleep. At sunset our rocks trade the hooting calls of loons, drawn by the clarity […]