what meets me here
coming at me
in waves
over rocks
rocks worn down
now soft
moon was heavy with child over port elgin that night
she rose slowly and looked down on us
it’s always hard to leave to part ways to begin – a new life separate
a separate peace
at the water’s edge
at the interface place
at the watershed
the lake huron rock
the lake erie sand
the nippissing viewport
I recently heard (sitting down after a long walk) the old story again and how to pray; frank told us; he gave me a wonderful walking stick (some say broom handle sandpapered with beads telling the same story); everybody was happy to walk with three legs in the country that day; to be given a piece of wood just by hearing an old story of one door and being one!
then later…
holding the gaze from on high we did
looking down on you we did
on you you you
us
I looked up and down
you looked up and down
on me and you
we thought the advantageous high ground and looking down on them was good ground
but it is killing you and you and you and me
where is high ground?
brave greetings to all creation from redbird base camp
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