SEPTEMBER FIELD JOURNAL
KINGSLAND BAY
What is your name and what
do you know and what
together can we do?
Folded, weighted, shifting,
broken and remade,
the layers hidden underneath.
And where on this map
of shifting stone
do we belong?
Come walk and name
this place, this very place,
this weather and these trees:
limestone bluff,
the edge edged with white cedar
—and the rain.
And when the blowdown comes
may we trust
our own entangled roots?
Tag Archives: landscape
SAGE CREEK
SAGE CREEK
Soft grassed hills, sage brush and cedar,
cottonwood in the gullies by the slick green creek.
The kind of land we came from
when we descended from the trees:
watered, rooted, peopled with game,
the long look with no surprises.
Places to watch and places to hide.
Stars to tell the way.
GladErrand 