Phantoms of the Marshland,
Evading to be seen,
Leaving trails, glimpses,
Demarcating where they've been.

By way of fading marsh’s gleam,
In splash! a phantom shown.
What Mystery Behooves My Soul,
Taut hours away from home?

Phantoms of the Marshland,
I know not why you be,
Before I ever grasp you,
You're snatched away from me.

    From my collection of poems:  
Echoes on a Rippling Pond: poems from Thailand