October Field Journal: Salisbury Kame Terraces

Kame Terraces, Salisbury

Once rivers limined the stone mountains
with gravel and sand.
Below, the ice-blocked valley;
across, the wild flow of melt.

Three kinds of oak.
Witch hazel and teaberry
undergrow the logged-over
never-plowed land.

So much time, 
yet not enough time.

I want to be like a river
on the edge of the ice—
letting go as I can,
holding whatever I must hold.

I know "limined" wasn't a word. It is now.

One comment on “October Field Journal: Salisbury Kame Terraces

  1. Christine Moore says:

    Love that last stanza. And really like the new word.

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