Boggy Brook

In flood the stream is still a walk over. A limp washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything much at all. Here and there, the no name trickle turns into only a turgid sludge. The opaque water slides through low, and unremarkable, then after a mile or less, it muddily seeps into a dank wallow of bottomland. It recently has been given a name, a new housing development is being built beside its indefinite banks, it is now named: Sweet Water Creek. Such is the lie of the land around here.